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Mar 2013
The symbol of my culture

One I've yet to meet.

My mother always told me "You're just like you Father"

The one I've yet to meet.

Still I pray I find some culture, where all this land seems to be

Now I don't know Spanish , but I've got the face of a queen.

Just like a bag of rice

Mix me up, mix me up

I come together nicely

Until I'm all dried up
Lydia Cooper
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Lydia Cooper  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   --- and Khrystle Rea
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