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If I die, when I die,
Let the aspen leaves flash,
Let the rain not wash -
the face of the one who killed me.
Do not let these dogs , Gentle one -
home, my eyes and dream with them.
I’m like a stranger in a strange land
losing my own pictures,
grimly waiting for the breakfast in hell -
Cordoba falls without blood and shouting.
Tomorrow they will kill you
did you say goodbye +