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Ina Cumpiano, Puerto Rico
A décima
Play me a décima, friend.
Play me a song from the island.
Play me the sea and the sand…
When cuatro and sunlight blend
I’m a sick man on the mend.
Where, in the tree branch, coquí
sings his two notes in high C,
there where the sun’s a bright mango
and a plena more real than a tango,
play, borinqueño, for me.
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