
away my life. Raise your eyes to look at me If youre not promised to someone else. Your are a little sprout of cotton That lives in the bud, How sad it makes me When you get full of pride To see my heart Tied up with yours, You are a rose of Castille, Thats only seen in May, Id like to make you an invitation, But, really, I dont know, If you have someone to prevent it, Better that I leave. You are a little sprout of cotton, etc. Oh, what green laurel trees!etc. Oh, here is the farewell, ...
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