Through my veins
Boiling blood courses
Wild and fast
It will not stop
Until the day comes
To me to die.
Who knows how it tastes
Who knows what's kind
Inherited from my ancestors
Who knows who some of them were
Who knows what type of blood was
Passed down in my body
What blood kind
Runs and flows through my blue veins.
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