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In the hills above fresno |
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By a shining mountain stream |
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A young man laid where he fell |
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In the ruins of his dreams |
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He looked into the sky |
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Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking |
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And the woman knelt beside him |
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Consuela biaz |
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Consuela biaz she knelt there and gently |
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She bathed his wounds |
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And he kissed her trembling fingers |
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Consuela biaz |
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In the town san domingo |
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As we laughed and danced all night |
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To the sound of flamingo guitars |
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Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight |
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He came from over the sea |
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Full of the passion of when |
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You were born to be free |
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From the valley of ronda |
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Consuela biaz |
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Consuela biaz she knelt there and gently |
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She bathed his wounds |
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And he kissed her trembling fingers |
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Consuela biaz |
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Consuela biaz from the valley of ronda |
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To the hills above fresno |
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Just to die against her shoulder |
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Consuela biaz |
