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Maria
Maria had two children
Two sons she was proud of
And it was indeed the same flesh
And it was indeed the same blood
They grew up on this land
Near the Mediterranean
They grew up in the light
Between the olive and the orange tree
It was almost their 20th birthday
When the civil war broke out
We saw Spain red like blood
Screaming in a still world
Maria's two sons
Were not in the same camp
Were not in the same battle
One was red, the other white
Which of the two shot first
The day the guns spoke
And which one killed himself
On his brother's warm body ?
We don't know. Everything we know
Is that we found them together
White and red mingled
On stones and ashes
If you you talk to her about the war
If you tell her "freedom"
She will show you the grave
Where her children are burried
Maria had two children
Two sons she was proud of
And it was indeed the same flesh
And it was indeed the same blood
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