| Spring day is now bright and green,
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| Is it because you're next to me?
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| Oh, you are handsome, boy, slender and strong,
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| Only not for good I met you!
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| Go away, don't disturb the gypsy's heart,
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| I see trouble in your palm
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| You will disappear with me, boy, you will disappear,
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| I will disappear with you, I will disappear!
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| You don't stand in my way
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| Yes, you turn the buckskin horse!
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| Oh, it's not too late to save you and me!
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| You don't stand in my way
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| Yes, you turn the buckskin horse!
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| Oh, it's not too late to save you and me!
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| Your eyes are as bright as turquoise
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| Oh, my poor heart is beating
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| I just see a storm is coming
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| Oh, can I save myself from her?
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| And don't sing me a song about a fallen maple,
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| What stands alone in the cold winter,
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| Oh, you are handsome, boy, slender and strong,
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| Only not for good I met you!
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| You don't stand in my way
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| Yes, you turn the buckskin horse!
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| Oh, it's not too late to save you and me!
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| You don't stand in my way
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| Yes, you turn the buckskin horse!
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| Oh, it's not too late to save you and me!
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| You don't stand in my way
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| Yes, you turn the buckskin horse!
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| Oh, it's not too late to save you and me! |