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'Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming all alone. All her lovely companions. Are faded and gone No flower of her kindred. No rose bud is nigh. To reflect back her blushes. Or, give a sigh f
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If you could see me now. The one who said that she'd rather roam. The one who said she'd rather be alone. If you could only see me now If I could hold you now. Just for a moment if I could. Reall
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Me voy pa'l pueblo, hoy es mi da. Voy a alegrar toda el alma ma Me voy pa'l pueblo, hoy es mi da. Voy a alegrar toda el alma ma La, la la, larala, larala, la la Tanto como yo trabajo. Y nunca puedo
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If you should ask me to open my heart. There is so much I could say. But when I'm with you, I just don't know where to start. Time in your arms slips away. . Refrain. . And darling, if I pick a
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Der Lindenbaum - Nana Mouskouri. F. Schubert - Arrgt. A. Goraguer/W. Mller Am Brunnen vor dem Tore. Da steht ein Lindenbaum. Ich trumt in seinem Schatten. So manchen sen Traum. Ich schnitt
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Pintor nacido en mi tierra. Con el pincel extranjero. Pintor que sigues el rumbo. De tantos pintores viejos. . Siempre que pintas iglesias. Pintas angelitos bellos. Pero nunca te acordaste. De
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What now my love, now that you've left me. How can I live, through another day?. Watching my dreams, turning to ashes. And my hopes into bits of clay What now my love, now that you're gone. I'd be
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My mama done told me when I was in pig tails. My mama done told me, "Woman. A man's gonna sweet talk and give you the big eye. But when the sweet talking's done”. . "A man is a two-face, a worris
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Mon Dieu Paroles Michel Vaucaire. Musique Charles Dumont 1960 . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu ! Mon Dieu !. Laissez-le-moi. E
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I wish that boats were little glasses filled with wine. So I could drink to love with all your friends and mine. Some day we'll pull your boat ashore. The day you sail away no more My friend the se
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VOICI LE MOIS DE MAY Voici le mois de may. O les fleurs volent au vent. Voici le mois de may. O les fleurs volent au vent. O les fleurs volent au vent. Si jolies mignonnes. O les fleurs volent a
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Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly. Blow the wind south where' s the bonnie blue sea. Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly. Blow bonnie breeze my lover to me and bring him to me
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No moon at all, what a night. Even livened bugs empty their light. Stars have disappeared from sight. And there's no moon at all Don't make a sound, it's so dark. Even Fido, he's afraid to bark.
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Gershwin Ira. . (Damsel In Distress, A). . Verse. . I was a stranger in the city. . Out of town were the people I knew. . I had that feeling of self-pity. . What to do? What to do? What to
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spoken intro. Quand je vous aimerai?. Ma foi, je ne sais pas,. Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain. Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain!. . sung. L'amour est un oiseau rebelle. Que nul ne peut a