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scene-- playing our song, I see him crying, tears of gold. He has told me, he loved me only, than he said-- we were thru. Oh, golden- tears, let him cry, If I start crying-- I think I'll die. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, Tried to say- I love you, but my knees went weak... We stayed and danced all night long, again-- they were playing our song. Those Spanish eyes so full of vice, so full of mischief, for them I'll die. The darkness in them is like a night, like an endless- ocean, in them I drowned when he said "Goodbye."
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