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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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I'm just a man who is trying |
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To do some good before dying |
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To ask each man and his brother |
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To hear no ill toward each other |
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This life will never be hollow |
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To those who listen and follow |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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I write my rhymes with no learning |
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And yet with truth they are burning |
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But is the world waiting for them |
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Or will they all just ignore them? |
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Have I a poet's illusion |
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A dream to die in seclusion? |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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A little brook on a mountain |
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The cooling spray of a fountain |
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Arouse in me an emotion |
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More than the vast boundless ocean |
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For there's a wealth beyond measure |
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In little things that we treasure |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Yo soy un hombre sincero |
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De donde creco la palma |
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Yo soy un hombre sincero |
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De donde crece le palma |
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Yantes de morirme quiero |
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Echarmis versos del alma |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
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Guantanamera |
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Guajira Guantanamera |
