Wanting it all!

(All what?)

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We come from the darkest of wombs

We enter whatever street is there

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Puerto Rican lovers in the rain!

We would enter any shadow
For

The slightest taste

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(For we would find Home)

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The songs play on but many the notes escaping

Seeking to find their mates

Seeking to be a new song
A whole song

On their own

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Let us go along and know

New images
New rhythms


New faces in new nights

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Let us go where mountain songs mingle with

The scents of holy barbaric streets

And where the saints

Dance magestic
All

Of the time

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Let us escape like the notes of the songs

And become

New men for a new world

Where the saints sing about us
Becoming

One of them

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Let us go to our real Home again

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All images form at birth
And fade

At death

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Let us die now and live

For the sake

Of the eternal tomorrow

Always today