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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