Goodbye old friend
So long Fidel around for fifty years
The source of many lies
And focus of great fears
When you were a young lawyer
Your passion inspired others
You fought in the hills
With your revolutionary brothers
The children of Cuba
Were dying in droves
The tourists played cards in
Coconut groves
They drank rum and smoked fat cigars
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