“ Friend, when I am dead,
Make a cup of the clay I become,
And if you remember, drink from it.
Should your lips cling to the cup,
It will be but my earthly kiss.
Make a cup of the clay I become,
And if you remember, drink from it.
Should your lips cling to the cup,
It will be but my earthly kiss.
Traditional Mexican folk song
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