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Lady of Spain, I adore you |
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Right from the night I first saw you |
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My heart has been yearning for you |
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What else could any heart do? |
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Lady of Spain, I'm appealing |
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Why should my lips be concealing |
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All that my eyes are revealing? |
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Lady of Spain, I love you |
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Night in Madrid, blue and tender |
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Spanish moon makes silver splendor |
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Music throbbing, plaintive sobbing notes of a guitar |
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While ardent caballeros serenade: |
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Lady of Spain, I adore you |
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Right from the night I first saw you |
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My heart has been yearning for you |
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What else could any heart do? |
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Lady of Spain, I'm appealing |
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Why should my lips be concealing |
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All that my eyes are revealing? |
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Lady of Spain, I love you |
