te cre铆 mi salvaci贸n y solo fuiste triste perdici贸n,
porque te di la semilla germinada y entregaste el fruto podrido de mentiras,
mentiras que calaron como pu帽aladas que no sanaran,
la herida y el dolor son hondas como el querer que siento
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