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On an oak table
That Don Rafa carved by hand
Who would think that in the same
He entrusted himself into the hands
To a Virgin of ironwood
And to a laminated Saint Jude
He put a shot in the pistol
And he pointed it out in his right hand
Without blinking at the temples
He pressed her hard
He was going to take his life
Teresa died
Because of some bandits
Playing the hawk
Tere was taken from her
Wanting to take her away
Rafa reacted violently
He started shooting at them
Two fell on horseback
And one in a shawl dress
He spoiled the celebrations
From that town of the comal
He didn't assimilate the facts
Nor kill his beloved
Pushing to the canyon
He got a sore on his temple
With trembling hands
Burning tape, I cried
With the rented hammer
And more over there than over here
About to forgive himself
For the value to grasp
He snatched a double sotol
It was already decided
He rolled up his hammer
And a snap was heard
As if it were a miracle
The gun didn't fire
Rafa was confused
And that door opened
His little son comes in and says to him
My mom visited me
He gave me a kiss and a hug
And he led me here
But this candle told me
Don't give it to dad.
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