The Color of September
Waking up instantly
I breath some color,
the color of September
which Mexico emanated.
Green the Mexican valley
which was turn red.
The eagle realty fly around,
nomad people search it
the land of mild and honey
the horn of abudance.
The wind blew over the lake
which the volcano's snow sent
the eagle soar
when it stop in the nopal (Mexican cactus).
The sacrifice begins
when red emanated
the god get please
one nation emerged.
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