La Llorona, our existences are talking,

Clashing, we belong, sing, ding, sing,

Ding, winds, chime, some salt,

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A spell, brew, who, a wolf,

Little red riding hood is that way,

Sleep with your coach,

Little demon, I'm broke,

Need money, they like the poems,

I need a home, we can live in an apartment,

Can we make a living,

Off these terrible rhymes,

I promise I'll be good,

I can't trust you,

Knock thrice.