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, in this album there's a picture, of the ladies at daniela's, you can tell it's from the eighties, by the volume of their hair, there's usnavi, just a baby, 'eighty-seven, halloween, if it happened on this block, abuela was there, every afternoon i came, she'd make sure i did my homework, she could barely write her name, but even so. she would stare at the paper, and tell me, "bueno, let's review, why don't you tell me, everything you know.", in this album there's a picture, of abuela in havana, she is holding a rag doll, unsmiling, black and white, i wonder what she's thinking, does she know that she'll be leaving, for the city on a cold dark night?, and on the day they ran, did she dream of endless summer?, did her mother have a plan?, or did they just go?, did somebody sit her down and say, "claudia, get ready, to leave, behind everything you know"?, everything i know, what do i know?, in this folder there's a picture, from my high school graduation, with the program, mint condition, and a star beside my name, here's a picture of my parents, as i left for california, she saved everything we gave her, every little scrap of paper, and our lives are in these boxes, while the woman who held us is gone, but we go on, we grow, so. hold tight, abuela, if you're up there, i'll make you proud of everything i know!, thank you, for everything i know

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Artist: lin-manuel miranda