There were some things, Maria said,
Words and jumbles, sweat inside my head,
But that's Maria, living the lonely life with you.
Cinematic beauty, nature's crimes,
You go your way, I've gone mine,
But that's Maria, a fictional life that's taboo.
The revolution's here, out on the street,
Packaged for the masses, we're so indiscreet,
But that's Maria, older and younger and untrue.
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