| In a crowd, I don’t know which way to turn
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| I’m afraid I might not see you go by
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| But if I did, would I find the strength to speak?
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| And would you want to hear what a stranger would tell you?
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| That Soledad was your mother’s name
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| She fell in love with my Juan Luis
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| They may be gone
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| But I am still your Abuelita
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| You were born, and they took you from her arms
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| And a captain brought you home to his family
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| Now it may be that they have raised you as their own
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| And that it’s all you’ve known of home all these years
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| But Soldedad was your mother’s name
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| She fell in love with my Juan Luis
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| They may be gone
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| But I am still your Abuelita
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| In my mind, there are pictures of your face
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| As it might be now
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| And I pray I would know you
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| So I will wait with the others in the square
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| You can find me there
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| And I will tell you a story
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| That Soledad was your mother’s name
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| And how she loved my Juan Luis
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| Now they are gone
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| But I am still your Abuelita |