23 lines
535 B
Plaintext
23 lines
535 B
Plaintext
Che Guevara
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CHE GUEVARA
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San Martin like pure hand
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A familiar Marti lying there,
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As if the plant came Plata
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With the Cauto to collect water and tenderness.
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So Guevara, the gaucho hard voice,
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I offer his guerrilla Fidel blood,
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And his broad hand was more companion
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When it was our darkest night.
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Huyo death. Your impure shadow,
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Of the Switchblade, from the venom of the beast,
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Only the memory remains Barbaro.
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Only the memory remains Barbaro.
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Made of two A whole soul shines,
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San Martin like pure hand
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A familiar Marti lying there. |