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Estoy buscando una palabra, Busco un nombre a través del tiempo, Busco un ancla que me amarre, Que me tenga y me deje quieto. Siempre viví como un extraño Que cuando pasa va dando miedo. Pidiendo al...

The wind was a bit cold so I placed my hands in my pockets By the time I noticed it, the summer was already over It was that sort of return home Lovers were going to town And even their lengthening...