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It burned his name like a haystack
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As the shadow of the shadow
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Into the jungle he delved.
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days on road
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With her rifle and reason.
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Among the lianas he rested,
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Vipers crossed over,
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Powder clear clothed
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And the shepherds deployed
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Looking forces to find
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The dying freedom
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And so it was that one day fell
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In the mountains
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Commander clear.
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His name went up like a haystack
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And the ashes spread.
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A fierce wind took it,
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Along the paths he took.
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And in every place on earth
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Where he watched over by a pastor,
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Where a worker read
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And a student heard
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And a farmer followed
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He grew silent before his name.
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And so it is again fighting
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Che in the struggle of men.
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He is perhaps one more death
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But his lightning glared
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When burst cut
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His blood into two equal parts.
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October is Trizo
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Like a volcano or a blue glass,
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America restless hid
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His fury cold metal,
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And from the mountains to the coast
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He opened his bitter pain flower.
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And it was a surprise final
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And the battle that lengthens.
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Pastor saw: go!
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I'll go, Commander, go!
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Until victory, I go! 1969 |