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November 1
The mountains
The milapas
The hummingbirds
The rain
All fade away...
The rainbows
The flowers
The incense
The candles
All fade away...
The Santos
The drumbeats
The cofradias
The Ancianos
All fade away...
The marimba from the cemetary
slowly fades away...It dies a note at a time.
And the old men And the old women
take off their masks and stop dancing.
The milapas
The hummingbirds
The rain
All fade away...
The rainbows
The flowers
The incense
The candles
All fade away...
The Santos
The drumbeats
The cofradias
The Ancianos
All fade away...
The marimba from the cemetary
slowly fades away...It dies a note at a time.
And the old men And the old women
take off their masks and stop dancing.
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