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In the hills above |
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Freno By a shiny mountain stream |
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A young man laid where he fell |
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In the ruins of his dreams |
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He looked into the sky |
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Happy to see that the dawn was slowly breaking |
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And the women knelt beside him |
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Consuela Biaz |
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Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently |
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She bathed his wounds |
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And he kissed her trembling fingers |
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Consuela Biaz |
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Consuela Biaz she knelt there and gently |
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She bathed his wounds |
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And he kissed her trembling fingers |
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Consuela Biaz |
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In the town |
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San Domingo |
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As we laughed and danced all night |
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To the thrub of flamingo guitars |
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Seemed a long long way from tomorrow's fight |
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He came from over the sea |
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Full of the passion of when |
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You were born to be free |
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From the Valley of |
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Ronda Consuela |
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Biaz Consuela |
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Biaz she knelt there and gently |
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She bathed his wounds |
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And he kissed her trembling fingers |
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Consuela Biaz |
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Consuela Biaz from the |
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Valley of |
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Ronda To the hills above |
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Freno Just to die against her shoulder |
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Consuela Biaz |
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I'm sorry if |
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I have failed you |
