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Elanito De |
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Leon rides his bike four miles from home* |
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To work hard in the fields of his endeavor |
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Elanito's momma sighed, |
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Dios mio will provide |
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And let our humble home survive forever |
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The night is late, where can he be |
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It's after dark she can barely see the gatepost where he parks his bike |
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The hours they start seeming like forever |
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Now the weeks have come and gone |
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No Elano De |
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Leon We can't lose hope we pray for his survival |
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Still his momma's mind is full of thinking the unthinkable |
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He is such a good boy |
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Dios mio Elanito |
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DeLeon We feel so helpless and alone |
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What can we do it hurts so bad |
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We are all so very sad without you |
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Elanito's momma sighed, |
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Dios mio will provide |
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And let our humble home survive forever |
