| Wake up, Fidel… wake up
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| It’s time for your fantasy, ha, ha, ha
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| Come back, Fidel
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| Come back to the time when your land was free and happy
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| Come back to love
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| There was a girl
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| Remember her name?
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| Remember Anna!
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| Remember her brown body and her hair black as the wing of a raven
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| Remember the nights in the sugar cane, Fidel… huh?
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| Where is Anna now, Fidel?
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| Where could she be now… your young lover
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| She’s not free, you’re not free, love is not free
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| Come back, Fidel… come back with me!
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| Remember when your brothers loved you and cheered
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| As you walked down the streets of the great city!
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| Where are your brothers now, Fidel?
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| In a friendly land to the north?
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| Why, that’s the greatest fantasy of all, Fidel
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| Are they really happy there, having left
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| Their homes and families… ha, ha, ha… Fidel?
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| They’re not free, your land’s not free, you’re not free
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| And what about the children, Fidel?
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| Do you remember their laughing faces… their running feet?
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| They liked for you to read to them… oh yes
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| Not from the thoughts of Mao
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| Or the writings of stodgy men
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| Like Lenin and Trotsky
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| But the fables of Aesop, Grimm, and Hans Christian Andersen
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| Yes, Fidel, they too have a flair for fantasy
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| But now that’s all that you have, Fidel… ha, ha, ha, haaaaaa
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| Oh, Fidel, you mustn’t wake up
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| Do you know what’s waiting for you in the world of reality?
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| Sleep is fleeting, Fidel
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| Your fantasy is ending… ha, ha, ha
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| I must go, Fidel
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| Good bye for now… ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaa
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| Good bye, Fidel, good bye… ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaa |