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If the angels cry, rain falls about the village/Rain falls around the bell tower/Someone died, an angel fell/An angel died/An angel departed and received’t return/Once the assassin fled, and Chico Méndez died/the jungle drowned in weeping/He left two lovely little ones, a courageous wife/As well as a jungle in agony“It’s Not Unusual” is us