Mexico

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Mexico is a place to be
This is a land you most see
I love this place
It has a sense of grace
You really should
See it a roam
It's the best in my hood
It's a place called home
In my heart there something missing
Like cotton being milled
That place in my heart is riseing
Being covered or filled
I will soon be there
and the Mexica air will flow through my
hair





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