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tu boca es mia...

En la Habana quien ya no conoce
a un magnífico bailarín
anda siempre muy bien vestidito
que parece un maniqui
todos lo conocen por Panchito
por que baila el cha cha cha

Es la Boa
Es la Boa
Es la Boa
Es la Boa

Mi corazón es para tí
Mi corazón es para tí
Mi corazón es para ti
Mi corazón es para tí

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost