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In Germany Before The War |
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There was a man who owned a store |
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In nineteen hundred thirty-four |
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In Dusseldorf |
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And every night at fine-o-nine |
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He'd cross the park down to the Rhine |
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And he'd sit there by the shore |
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I'm looking at the river |
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But I'm thinking of the sea |
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Thinking of the sea |
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Thinking of the sea |
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I'm looking at the river |
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But I'm thinking of the sea |
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A little girl has lost her way |
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With hair of gold and eyes of gray |
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Reflected in his glasses |
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As he watches her |
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A little girl has lost her way |
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With hair of gold and eyes of gray |
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I'm looking at the river |
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But I'm thinking of the sea |
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Thinking of the sea |
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Thinking of the sea |
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We lie beneath the autumn sky |
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My little golden girl and I |
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And she lies very still |
