| You were leaving the temple one day, Llorona
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| As I passed I saw you
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| You were leaving the temple one day, Llorona
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| As I passed I saw you
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| A beautiful shawl you wore, Llorona
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| That I believed you to be the Virgin
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| A beautiful shawl you wore, Llorona
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| That I believed you to be the Virgin
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| I know not what flowers hold
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| Those flowers from the graveyard
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| I know not what flowers hold
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| Those flowers from the graveyard
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| That when the wind moves them, Llorona
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| It looks as though they weep
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| That when the wind moves them, Llorona
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| It looks as though they weep
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| Two kisses that I carry on my brow, Llorona
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| They may never leave me
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| Two kisses that I carry on my brow, Llorona
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| They may never leave me
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| The last one from my mother, Llorona
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| And the first one that I gave you
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| The last one from my mother, Llorona
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| And the first one that I gave you
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| I know not what flowers hold
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| Those flowers from the graveyard
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| I know not what flowers hold
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| Those flowers from the graveyard
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| That when the wind moves them, Llorona
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| It looks as though they weep |
| That when the wind moves them, Llorona
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| It looks as though they weep
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| Ay, my Llorona
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| From the Lily field
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| Ay, my Llorona
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| Take me to the river
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| Cover me with your shawl, Llorona
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| Because I’ll die from this cold
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| Cover me with your shawl, Llorona
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| Because I’ll die from this cold
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| Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya |