“¿Por qué me despiertas, soplo embalsamado de primavera? Tú me
acaricias y me dices: ‘traigo conmigo el rocío del cielo; pero pronto
estaré marchito, porque pronto vendrá la tempestad, arrancará mis
hojas. Mañana llegará el viajero; vendrá el que me ha conocido en todo
mi esplendor; su vista me buscará a su alrededor ……
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