Str.

1     2| que pasó;~allí convidan al sueño~aguas puras sin murmullo,~
2     6| entre mis manos reposa;~tu sueño, madre amorosa;~eterno regalaré;~
3     8| piadosa~tus ojos al blanco sueño,~y empape suave beleño~tus
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