| Old coast clearing from fog
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| The wind is blowing, a new wind of spring days.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Oh, what a glorious captain I will become,
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| So that you expect me from the seas.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| And I will pass amazing countries,
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| Fighting off beauties and beasts.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Even a friend to the best Arcana
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| I won't trust the keys to those doors.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved.
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| Oh Tatiana, Tatiana, Tatiana,
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| Favorite name of my beloved. |