Thirty one roses stowed,
cover you incessantly,
questioning why,
a sudden good bye.
Crying,
sighing,
dying.,
denying.
Advocate of impediment,
no remorse,
no resent,
God sent.
A legacy rests,
“What could I do”
no strength,,
just ado.
My job is done,
must go,
I can’t go on
love you all……………………...
Adios,adios,adios.
good bye, good bye,
my dear Borinquen,
land of my life,
unforgetable cradle.
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