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He was singing about Valparaiso |
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Singing as though in a dream |
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White sandy beaches |
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And warm gentle breeze |
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Palm trees that reach to |
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The blue southern seas |
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And he sang Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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When will the wind blow me down there again |
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Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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Softened the heart of a hard-hearted man |
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He was singing of days on the ocean |
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Of trade winds and rounding the Horn |
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Fair winds and foul winds |
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Of hard work and ease |
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Friends found and lost |
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On the great southern seas |
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And he sang Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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When will the wind blow me down there again |
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Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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Softened the heart of a hard-hearted man |
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We all sat in that hushed smokey tavern |
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As winter winds raged 'round the door |
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Ears keen and listening and eyes far away |
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Wishing that we could all go there someday |
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And we sang Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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When will the wind blow me down there again |
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Valparaiso, Valparaiso |
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Softened the heart of a hard-hearted man |
