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Me moriré en Paris con aguacero
I will die in Miami in the sun,
On a day when the sun is very bright,
A day like the days I remember, a day like other days,

When Britain first, at heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main;
This was the charter of the land, And guardian Angels sung this strain: "Rule,
Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves
The nations, not so ...

The war is in words and the wood is the
That turns beneath our rootless feet;the vines that reach, alive and snarled,
Across the path where the sand is swirled,
Twist in the night

I never loved a dear Gazelle—Nor anything that cost me much:
High prices profit those who sell,
But why should I be fond of such
To glad me with his soft black

Old King
Was a merry old
And a merry old soul was
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl and he called for his fiddlers threeafter Lord