Oh! El amor, la pluma y el papel
Son todo lo que soy y que sere
El amor me despierta, me llena,
Me enternece y me hiere,
Me enloquece y me pierde.
La pluma es mi pasion
La tomo en mis manos
Y escribo y describo
Los versos de mi alma
El papel es el lienzo
En el que estampo mis huellas
Las palabras que fluyen
Y abonan la tierra.
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