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52 lines
961 B
Plaintext
Stop that Son
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We learn to love you
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From the historical height
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Where the sun of your bravery
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you laid siege to death.
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Here remains the clear,
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the transparency trainable
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of your presence
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Commander Che Guevara.
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Your glorious and strong hand
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on the shoots history
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when all Santa Clara
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he wakes up to see you.
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Here remains the clear,
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the transparency trainable
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of your presence
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Commander Che Guevara.
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You come burning the breeze
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with spring suns
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To plant the flag
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with the light of your smile
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Here remains the clear,
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the transparency trainable
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of your presence
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Commander Che Guevara.
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Your revolutionary love
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leads you to new company
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where they hope firmness
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Your arm libertarian.
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Here remains the clear,
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the transparency trainable
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of your presence
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Commander Che Guevara.
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We will continue
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with you as we continue,
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and with Fidel we say:
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! Hasta siempre, Comandante!
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Here remains the clear,
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the transparency trainable
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of your presence
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Commander Che Guevara. |