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Brown blue eyes, walking, wandering under the window,.
The girls told me all the stories about him.
I'm sitting here dreaming of myself and the apple tree.
I don't know what's beating my heart.
One, one, I beg you,.
Brown blue eyes, walking, wandering under the window,.
The girls told me all the stories about him.
I'm sitting here dreaming of myself and the apple tree.
I don't know what's beating my heart.
One, one, I beg you,.