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El Che

Executed life 
Sunglasses and little peaked caps
Mass burials for those chaps
Stands at the window
As letters arrive from widows
There relentlessly chased princes 

Death in the empty school of one mans dreams
I rise to take the led like a man 
Sit down !
I should have died on the battlefield
So i will take it where i stand .


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