(Paul Simon)
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ESMERALDA
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Salvador, the afternoon sunlight is folding
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around us,
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The dishes are done,
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The buildings here, tall as our mountains
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Slice through the windows and cut off the sun.
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On such days I find 1 am longing for Puerto Rico
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Though I never would return 'til you are free
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Rut when I hear the Agumaldo my heart's a
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little lighter
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And we dance together Aurea and me
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In my life I've been unlucky with two husbands
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Gumersindo liked his rum and women friends
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Then that hypocrite who beat you and preached
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about repentance
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Has gone, and so another Sunday ends
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And tomorrow is another hard working Monday
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I'm still hoping for the raise they promised me
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There's a Job as operator
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I would not have to wait for
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If I could speak the language easily
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But I tell Aurea:
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The barrio's boundaries are our own little nation
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Sometimes I hear you run upstairs
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And I view my light with resignation
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Keep your bible near you
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Time is an ocean of endless tears.
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Mmm...
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Sunday Afternoon
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| Paul Simon |
