O my dove, in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
“Paloma mía, en las grietas de la peña, En lo secreto de la senda escarpada, Déjame ver tu semblante, Déjame oír tu voz; Porque tu voz es dulce, Y precioso tu semblante.” EL CORO:
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