| Oh, draw won’t you please now, the indigo curtain
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| And doctors, administer me no more drugs
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| My creditors stand at my bed, I am certain
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| The silent ones — Faith, Esperanza and Love
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| My creditors stand at my bed, I am certain
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| The silent ones —, ,
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| «My time, it is short now
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| And soon I’ll be going
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| My pockets are empty
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| My debts are erased
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| Oh, but aren’t there others
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| Enough who are owing?
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| So, please, don’t you cry
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| My benevolent Faith."
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| Then, weakly, and guilty
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| I turn to another
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| And I tenderly open
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| My lips to her hand
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| «Oh, please, don’t you cry
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| Esperanza, my mother
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| Your sons are yet myriad
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| Throughout the land
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| Yes, please, don’t you cry
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| Esperanza, my mother
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| Your sons are yet myriad
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| Throughout the land."
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| Then to Love my two empty hands
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| I do tender
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| And I hear her voice calling
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| So softly to me
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| She says, «Don't you cry, boy
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| And always remember
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| I give of myself, in your honor
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| For free
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| The hands that have touched you
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| The fires that burned you
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| All your sins and your sorrows
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| You now can forget
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| For the slanderous tongues of the others
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| Return to you
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| Threefold in my ledgers
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| And settle your debt."
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| And so purified, pure
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| And completely unworthy
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| I broke even as morning
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| Broke over the sea
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| Three sisters
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| Three wives
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| Three judges of mercy
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| Have granted one ultimate loan unto me
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| Three sisters
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| Three wives
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| Three judges of mercy
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| Have granted unlimited credit to me |