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bgcolor="BLACK" background="http://image.hnol.net/200504/zctx/00/04/00.jpg" > | Con Il Tuo Nome--Ivana Spagna
The trees they grow high
and the leaves
they do grow green
Many is the time my true love
I've seen
Many an hour I have
watched him all alone
He's young but
he's daily growing Father
dear father
you've done me great wrong
You have married me
to a boy who is too young
I am twice twelve
and he is but fourteen
He's young but
he's daily growing
Daughter dear daughter...
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