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Sobre el cielode las margaritas ando.
Yo imagino esta tardeque soy santo.
Me pusieron la lunaen las manos.
Yo la puse otra vezen los espaciosy el Señor me premiócon la rosa y el halo.
Sobre el cielode las margaritas ando.
Y ahora voypor este campoa librar a las niñasde galanes malosy dar monedas de oroa todos los muchachos.
Sobre el cielode las margaritas ando.
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936), known as Federico García Lorca, was a Spanish poet, playwrigh
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