There aren't many lyrics to this particular song, but the scenes say it all: people already in mourning for a women not yet passed on, a country in shambles over the inevitable death of it's heroine, and tangible sorrow oozing out of every corner of the country. Vigils on every corner, under her window at the Casa Rosada. Distress. Sorrow. Sympathy. Anguish.

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