Jarabe De Palo mama

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I would like to tell
about four things that I like
that the sun hits my face
that the wind hits my face
that death will come.
I would like to tell
about four things that I like
get up and find myself
with life face to face
that death will come.
I would like to tell
of four things I like
waking up every morning
and screaming into the water
that death will come.
yesterday I asked my dad
when I got to home
and where is my mother.
when I got home
and my dad answered me
that my mother is no longer there

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