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Padre BeJaysus gettin my latin irish on, cholo bastard!
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coming home
to the hug from little arms
hearing "dad"
shouted from little lips
being dragged outside
to play a game . . . more
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Describe Yourself:
Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat
In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall
-U2 "Mothers of the Disappeared"
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