The Stranger La Extranjera
She speaks in her way of her savage
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
She prays to a formless, weightless God,
Aged, as if dying
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She speaks in her way of her savage
With unknown algae and unknown sands;
She prays to a formless, weightless God,
Aged, as if dying
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my
Among strangers
Father and mother dear,
Brothers and sisters are in Christ not