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<title>2006-12-06 00:48:52</title>
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<description>&lt;a name="p1965-1">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-1">VOLVER&lt;br />
&lt;span class="missingpage">Lepera&amp;nbsp;/&amp;nbsp;Gardel&lt;/span>&lt;a href="http://wiki.us.es/juanan/wakka.php?wakka=Lepera/Gardel/edit&amp;amp;add=1" title="Crear esta página">?&lt;/a>&lt;/p>&lt;br />
&lt;div class="indent"> lam&amp;nbsp;rem&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-2">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-2">
A.      Yo&amp;nbsp;adivino el&amp;nbsp;parpadeo de&amp;nbsp;las luces que&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;lo lejos&lt;/p>&lt;br />
&lt;div class="indent">&lt;div class="indent">&lt;div class="indent">lam SOL&amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br />
&lt;/div>&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-3">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-3">Van marcando mi&amp;nbsp;retorno.     Son&amp;nbsp;las mismas que&amp;nbsp;alumbraron&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">&lt;/p>&lt;div class="indent">&lt;div class="indent"> FA&amp;nbsp;SOL                DO&lt;br />
&lt;/div>&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-4">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-4">Con sus&amp;nbsp;pálidos reflejos hondas horas de&amp;nbsp;dolor.&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">MI                         lam&lt;br />
Y&amp;nbsp;aunque no&amp;nbsp;quise el&amp;nbsp;regreso&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">&lt;/p>&lt;div class="indent"> FA&amp;nbsp;MI&lt;br />
&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-5">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-5">Siempre se&amp;nbsp;vuelve al&amp;nbsp;primer amor.&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">       rem&amp;nbsp;lam&lt;br />
La&amp;nbsp;vieja calle donde el&amp;nbsp;eco dijo&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">&lt;/p>&lt;div class="indent"> SI7              MI&lt;br />
&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-6">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-6">Tuya es&amp;nbsp;su vida, tuyo si&amp;nbsp;querer&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">&lt;/p>&lt;div class="indent">rem                  lam&lt;br />
&lt;/div>Bajo el&amp;nbsp;burlón mirar de&amp;nbsp;las estrellas&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent"> rem&amp;nbsp;lam          MI7     lam&amp;nbsp;MI&amp;nbsp;lam&lt;br />
Que&amp;nbsp;con indiferencia hoy&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;ven volver.&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent"> LA&amp;nbsp;fa#m sim&amp;nbsp;MI&amp;nbsp;LA&lt;/div>&lt;a name="p1965-7">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-7">
B.      Volver        con&amp;nbsp;la&amp;nbsp;frente marchita&lt;/p>&lt;br />
&lt;div class="indent">   RE&amp;nbsp;LA   MI&amp;nbsp;LA LA7&lt;br />
Las&amp;nbsp;nieves del&amp;nbsp;tiempo platearon mi&amp;nbsp;sien&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent"> RE&amp;nbsp;rem                  LA&amp;nbsp;FA#&lt;br />
Sentir   que&amp;nbsp;es&amp;nbsp;un soplo la&amp;nbsp;vida&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">&lt;div class="indent">&lt;div class="indent">   sim&amp;nbsp;SOL#       do#m&lt;br />
&lt;/div>&lt;/div>Que veinte años no&amp;nbsp;es nada, que&amp;nbsp;febril la&amp;nbsp;mirada&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">RE           do#m      sim&amp;nbsp;LA&lt;br />
Errante en&amp;nbsp;las sombras te&amp;nbsp;busca y&amp;nbsp;te nombra&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">MI fa#m sim&amp;nbsp;RE&amp;nbsp;LA         rem&amp;nbsp;LA&lt;br />
Vivir        con&amp;nbsp;el&amp;nbsp;alma aferrada a&amp;nbsp;un dulce recuerdo&lt;/div>
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&lt;div class="indent">   MI&amp;nbsp;LA MI&amp;nbsp;lam&lt;br />
Que&amp;nbsp;lloro otra vez.&lt;/div>
&lt;br />&lt;a name="p1965-8">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-8">
A.     Tengo miedo del&amp;nbsp;encuentro con&amp;nbsp;el&amp;nbsp;pasado que&amp;nbsp;vuelve&lt;/p>&lt;div class="indent">A enfrentarse con&amp;nbsp;la&amp;nbsp;vida.&lt;br />
Tengo miedo de&amp;nbsp;las noches que&amp;nbsp;pobladas de&amp;nbsp;recuerdo&lt;br />
Encadenan mi&amp;nbsp;soñar&lt;br />
Pero el&amp;nbsp;viajero que&amp;nbsp;huye tarde o&amp;nbsp;temprano detiene su&amp;nbsp;andar&lt;br />
Y&amp;nbsp;aunque el&amp;nbsp;olvido que&amp;nbsp;todo destruye&lt;br />
Haya matado mi&amp;nbsp;vieja ilusión&lt;br />
Guardo escondida una&amp;nbsp;esperanza humilde&lt;br />
Que&amp;nbsp;es&amp;nbsp;toda la&amp;nbsp;fortuna de&amp;nbsp;mi corazón.&lt;/div>
&lt;br />&lt;a name="p1965-9">&lt;/a>&lt;p class="auto" id="p1965-9">
B.      Volver . . .&lt;/p>&lt;br /></description>
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