My mother gave me a CD of Selena.
i left the apartment and moved to the city expecting to her her songs,
so I popped the CD in and found her fans instead, Es lo queme hablaba-
si, fue raro a mirar gente inves de canciones.
in other words, my mother knew all along
nothing would compare to the love of the crowd
gathered to make her dreams come true, through me
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