| 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 |