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He was born under a fig tree, his mother
it was a fine mare
They called her, La Catrina
And, to the foal, the singer
He was a colt with more verve
than any other horse
And since I made it mine, I turn out to be a very runner
(it was beautiful)
(My horse)
He was my most faithful friend
(lightly)
(Like lightning)
It was very good law
When it was false rein
He gave his mother an advantage
Very soon he left his father
With two bodies he won
It was dark haired
Dosalbo and with a star
Very facoso and mitotero
and cute at heart
(it was beautiful)
(My horse)
He was my most faithful friend
(lightly)
(Like lightning)
It was very good law
He was born under a fig tree
And, in the pasture it remained
what a pity that he died
my best partner
That's why when the sun dies, and the moon will come out
I'm going to that pasture
my memories to live
(it was beautiful)
(My horse)
He was my most faithful friend
(lightly)
(Like lightning)
It was very good law
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