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Of that wind that caresses you
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From Andalusian provinces
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That suave wind is so gentle
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That wind that strokes your cheek
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In those Andalusian provinces
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Comes to rest against your mahogany skin
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Comes to rest against your mahogany skin
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In every letter, should I admit it
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In every letter, should I admit it
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I fear boring you
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And this wait, like a missile
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Aches my greige head, greige
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Aches my greige head, greige
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May the day pass twice
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May you come back to me, you on the other shore
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By the end of a scarf
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Strange, strangers to each other
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You know from ancient memory
How to distrust the brave
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And their ill-timed thirst
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How many cowards came here
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Chasing chimeras with rifle shots
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Drunk on glory, did they think your heart
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Would be conquered, pierced with arrows and rancor
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Like your Mexican coasts
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Of Malinche, of Malinche