| Sing, guitar, to me about my dear,
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| Sing this song to me
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| Sing about her bottomless eyes.
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| Sing me a song about my love
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| On a quiet evening sing to me
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| And remember the past love.
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| Sing about the wings behind your back,
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| And about happiness sing to me,
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| About the lips where the cold heat lived.
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| Don't be silent, stay with me
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| Open the door to a fairy tale for me,
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| Don't be silent, please, just sing.
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| Laid-layda, like a white bird.
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| Laydi-layda, simple motive.
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| Laid-layda, and again I dream
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| Laydi-layda, our dream of love.
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| I will open the windows in the morning,
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| I will let go
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| This song is about your love.
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| In the heart of the years of beautiful days,
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| Like a wave, they won't wash away.
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| So fly, tell her everything.
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| Laid-layda, like a white bird.
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| Laydi-layda, simple motive.
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| Laid-layda, and again I dream
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| Laydi-layda, our dream of love.
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| Laid-layda, like a white bird.
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| Laydi-layda, simple motive.
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| Laid-layda, and again I dream
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| Laydi-layda, our dream of love.
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| Our dream of love. |
| Our dream of love.
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| Our dream of love. |