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I'm a poor peasant boy, |
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I'm a dirt farmer's son |
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And I feel like a king when |
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I know that my work is all done. |
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For at twilight |
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I know, there's a place |
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I must go |
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To sing my song of love for one who waits all alone. |
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Yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria amor, yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria mi amor. |
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Oh the beautiful sights, of the great city lights |
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Where most people must run to try to have fun, not for me. |
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For this woman of mine, is much sweeter than wine |
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And I spend all the time |
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I can find with my |
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Marie. Yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria amor, yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria mi amor. |
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Oh the joy of my life, will one day be my wife |
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And we'll spend all our days watching the world roll on by. |
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When her time comes to fly, to that home in the sky |
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I pray the angels above will love her as much as |
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I. Yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria amor, yo te amo |
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Maria, Maria mi amor. |
