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23 October 2009
1995
mr r
wild rose
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
cuba
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1995
mr r
wild rose
cuba
ester serrano
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