<span data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">La flor se ha marchitado,
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">queda el recuerdo.
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">Su pureza
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">es rea
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">del tiempo
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">que amordaza.
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