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Her delicate beauty breathes new life
As the daylight reveals the glory of its endless vistas
The verdure of its mountains, so rich and lush
And its azure sea veils the kingdom that lurks beneath
It is where dreams are as lofty as the boondocks
Where hopes are as bright as its people’s smiles
It is a cradle of the visionaries and their reveries
Like a warm nest to a fervent flock of Mayas
And yet, she conceals a deep-seated grief
A cry that stretches far beyond the slopes of its landscapes
Her children have left the caress of her scarred arms
And so she longs for the twitters of her little Mayas once more.
The nest has never been this quiet, solitary and forsaken


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