| Don't cry, uncle, you're not the only orphan
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| Not you, not you the last one who had to leave.
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| Yes, throw these roses - give it to that beauty,
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| Since the one you love is not on the way with you!
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| She was more beautiful than all the roses in May
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| you were ready to give your heart to her
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| one love is fun, and you, I understand
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| because you will remember her for half a lifetime.
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| After all, many I know once or twice and fled
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| calling your little romance love
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| such that not very others guessed
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| not very empty so that the heart and pocket
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| And you would give everything, just smile
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| well, what to do with you, I'm a bad adviser
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| such torment is not given to everyone
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| it is your friend for being alive.
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| It's hardly all about your stupid hat,
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| but still buy another one and call her tomorrow
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| and it's not a joke, maybe you won't miss it
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| this time, beautiful days of love will come.
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| Don't cry uncle hide your tears
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| I will also buy myself a new hat tomorrow
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| and let thorns pierce roses right into my heart
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| I will still go to the one I love.
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| Don't cry uncle hide your tears
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| do not hide, dear, you are not the only orphan,
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| do not Cry. |