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de Montserrat. Caen los humos sobre la ciudad, grisáceos nos presionaran. El frío nos cala en los huesos, las brasas nacen del afecto, nos abrigan
de Montserrat. Caen los humos sobre la ciudad, grisáceos nos presionaran. El frío nos cala en los huesos, las brasas nacen del afecto, nos abrigan
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