Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
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On the darkened stage
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Parralla maintains
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A conversation with death
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And the people are
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Inhaling her sobs
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And in the green mirror
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Her long silk train
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Sways back and forth
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Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
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She calls death but death never comes
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Lamps of crystal and green mirrors
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She calls death but death never comes
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And she calls out again
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And she calls out again
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Flamenco Cabaret
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| Gourds |
