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Rolled by the wine
Your song bristles the night
And to the squad, guitar player, your voice
With the bright star hides it
And to the squad, guitar player, your voice
With the bright star hides it
Guitar played in love
Hugged with poorness
Looks at the sky crying yesterday
The star with sadness
Looks at the sky crying yesterday
The star with sadness
Alone like the small pigeon
Coquito Cáceres sings
Sings chesting the sorrows his voice
Of his tormented bohemian
Sings chesting the sorrows his voice
Of his tormented bohemian
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