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Dedicated to Muslim women . By the fountain east of the Turkish border, My Muslim lover waits for me I shall be at her side before nightfall And I shall gently brush her face .
El Chupacabra feeds off of goats, They rely on the blood from their throats. But soon all the goats will be gone And they will have nothing to feed their spawn. They go out and search under the moonlight,
Wrapped in the blanket azul of her birth, the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate with a stick in the dirt on the border between cage and patrolman earth.
Oh say can you see? By the dawn’s early light The big wall towering Over us all upright Whose broad bricks And bright clay
Growing up you are taught right from wrong, They file up the bad from good, She couldn't speak no English so they often called us hood, Waking at 5 so she could work her eyes