“ 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:
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.
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