(Jorge) Come, Dolores, help me pick plantains. (Dolores) Come in, Jorge, you will see my pain Maybe you will feel better outside. Maybe the sun is blinding your eyes I really need you out here with me. I really need to lay down and sleep I want your help in the field today. I want to sleep these aches away You’ll feel better if you move around. I feel better staying on the ground You can’t have a temp you don’t look ill. Illness doesn’t always look unwell What can I do while you sit in there? You can enjoy your sun and fresh air The children are here, what can they do? They are old enough to farm with you When it is night, who will make our meal? I guess that depends on how I feel.
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