bailan los muertos, mijito.
that's what my grandmother used to say
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| the dead can dance
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| every year for el dia de los muertos, the day of the dead, we'd set up an altar for our dead relatives
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| and she'd tell me the same story
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| how the dead would get permission from God himself to come down and check on us, see that we're doing alright
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