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THEN Beyond the highest, Aconcagua's peak,Lives a lady of delicate health Known by the name Mireya. Her glance, her smile, her self are all I seek, Are more to me than worlds of wealth, The ailing lady Mireya. Her pace is slower now, embraces weak, So I will pray for her in stealth, For the life of my dear Mireya. NOW The friend she was from a distant land,Beyond Aconcagua's peak. She knew her time was short...she took my hand In hers - she had no need to speak. The lover from a distant land was she Whose love was true, and now she's gone away With me, she said, inside her...I tried to be as close, so close: she wanted me to stay. Her lovely land was distant though, A strip beyond Aconcagua's peak, I arrived late, so I'll never more know Her glance, the smile I used to seek. |