| When the melancholy shadows fall
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| My heart is melancholy too
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| When I hear the balalaikas call
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| And life is gay and bright and new
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| At the balalaika
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| Where there is magic in the sparkling wine
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| And mellow music in the candle shine
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| I have a rendez-vous
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| At the balalaika
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| Who knows what ecstasy the night may bring
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| What lovely melody my heart may sing
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| Before the night is through
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| I hear a violin
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| A haunting gipsy violin
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| And when it ???
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| I know that I belong
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| At the balalaika
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| Oh let me linger there till break of day
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| Where hearts are young and balalaikas play
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| I have a rendez-vous
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| I hear a violin
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| A haunting gipsy violin
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| And when it ???
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| I know that I belong
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| At the balalaika
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| Oh let me linger there till break of day
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| Where hearts are young and balalaikas play
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| I have a rendez-vous |