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Слушать(AI)Guadarrama
Guadarrama, is it you, old friend,mountains white and graythat I used to see painted against the bluethose afternoons of the old days in Madrid?
Up your deep ravinesand past your bristling peaksa thousand Guadarramas and a thousand sunscome riding with me, riding to your heart.
Antonio Machado
Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz (26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939), known as Antonio Machado, was a Spanish p
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