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Rúben: She’s got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories
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Rúben: So they sprinkled moondust in your hair, and golden starlight in your eyes of blue
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Rúben: In the town, there were two mutes and they were always together
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Rúben: There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
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Rúben: My life will never end, and flowers never bend, with the rainfall
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Rúben: Oh things are looking up, since love looked up at me
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Rúben: Then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea
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Rúben: Mirrors on the ceiling, and pink champagne on ice
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Rúben: She’s a flower, I can paint her, she’s a child of the sun
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Rúben: They say we’re young and we don’t know, won’t find out until we grow
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Rúben: And the tree shows a hazy shade of winter
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Rúben: Don’t know just what to do with myself
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Rúben: I’m crying icicles instead of tears
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Rúben: I could be violet sky, I could be a tulip
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Rúben: Please help me mend my broken leg, and let me live again
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Rúben: So just lay down your head, and in your dreams you will be strong
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Rúben: Chinese
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Rúben: When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you
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Rúben: It’s another hungry mouth to feed
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Rúben: On a Wednesday I got my ball and chain
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Rúben: Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace?
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Rúben: My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things; you set it up so well, so carefully
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Rúben: Rainy days and Sundays always get me down
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Rúben: And we say bring together the lines of me
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Rúben: Fluffy little thing with snow
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Rúben: As a breeze straight from a deeper shade of soul
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Rúben: As blue as an icy day can be
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Rúben: Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
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Rúben: And don’t your feet get cold in the winter time
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Rúben: The girl with the child in her arms