“ 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:
My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.
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