| A boy found a dream upon a distant shore
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| A maid with a way of whispering «si senor.»
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| Each night while guitars would softly play,
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| The tune seemed to dance round the words that he’d say:
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| Amapola, my pretty little poppy
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| You’re like that lovely flower so sweet and heavenly,
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| Since I found you, my heart is wrapped around you
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| And loving you, it seems to beat a rhapsody.
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| Amapola, the pretty little poppy
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| Must copy it’s endearing charms from you.
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| Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say «I love you.»
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| Amapola, my pretty little poppy
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| You’re like that lovely flower so sweet and heavenly,
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| Since I found you, my heart is wrapped around you
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| And loving you, it seems to beat a rhapsody.
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| Amapola, the pretty little poppy
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| Must copy it’s endearing charms from you.
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| Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say «I love you.» |