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Saturday, February 27, 2010

Gypsy Rojo, Sustantivo

the hole has slipped 
the egg has rolled
the lies were told 
quinceaneras made of gold

the hole has slipped
over the cliff
the migrants sold
pequeno sandals made of gold

baffled by this dream you will remember 
forget the details en el autobús rojo 
look for lost souls 

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