| «Ooh!»
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| «Ooh!»
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| So echoes of sweet love notes gently fall
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| Thru the forest stillness,
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| As fond waiting Indian lovers call!
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| When the lone lagoon
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| Stirs in the Spring,
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| Welcoming home some swany white wing,
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| When the maiden moon,
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| Riding the sky,
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| Gathers her star-eyed dream children nigh:
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| That is the time of the moon and the year,
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| When love dreams to Indian maidens appear.
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| And this is the song that they hear:
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| When I’m calling you-oo-oo oo-oo-oo!
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| Will you answer too-oo-oo oo-oo-oo!
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| That means I offer my love to you, to be your own.
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| If you refuse me, what shall I do just waiting all alone?;
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| But if when you hear my love call ringing clear,
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| And I hear your answering echo, so dear,
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| Then I will know our love will come true,
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| You’ll belong to me, I’ll belong to you! |