If I had a girlfriend I would call you now
The summer of my Mexico but if under the strange
Banners of your country, after another day,
You’ve forgotten how you’ve loved me
Yesterday What am I to do about it,
But to turn around and go back home from the
Wonders of your amusements Here you are
For a little while, flooding over me
With the banners that you keep so carelessly lingering
In the playgrounds that you can't remember.
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