| Do you kmow how beautyful
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| Do you kmow how beautyful
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| Children do you know
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| How beautyful you really are?
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| Do you kmow how beautyful
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| Do you kmow how beautyful
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| If you only knew how beautyful
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| You really are
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| You really are beautiful
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| Have you heard the legend of
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| The queen in sorrows robes?
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| She found she was a statue
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| In an ancient sacred grove
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| And she could not find a meaning
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| Of the fires at her feet!
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| All the precious sacrifices
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| Burnig sad an sweet
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| So she cried, and she cried
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| And she cried
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| She cried, «children…
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| Do you know how beautiful…"
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| Cities rose around her, rose to fall again
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| But mostly she’s invisible, through every now and then
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| You can hear her cry, hear her cry
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| Hear her cry, «children…
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| Do you know how beautiful…" |