<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">Al canto del gallo
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">se parte la noche.
<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":""}">La sombra se nubla,
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">el mirlo se mueve.
<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":""}">Se menea la luna
<span style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: x-large;" data-keep-original-tag="false" data-original-attrs="{"style":""}">inquieta en su cuna.
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