Dos olas que vienen juntas
a morir sobre una playa
y que, al romper, se coronan
con un penacho de plata;
Dos girones de vapor
que del lago se levantan
y, al juntarse all谩 en el cielo,
forman una nube blanca;
Eso son nuestras dos almas
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