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When we return to evoke the fugitive hours of the past, a quick tear shines trembling in her black eyelashes.
And finally it slips and falls like a drop |
Cuando volvemos las fugaces horas del pasado a evocar, temblando brilla en sus pestañas negras una lágrima pronta a resbalar.
Y al fin resbala y cae como gota |
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