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Grenada
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We went a step,
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We raced to the battle
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And the "apple" - a song
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Held in his teeth.
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Oh, this song
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hitherto stores
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Grass young -
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Steppenwolf malachite.
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But that song
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On the far land
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I drove my friend
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With him in the saddle.
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He sang, surveying
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Native land:
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"Grenada, Grenada,
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Grenada mine! "
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We raced dreaming
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comprehend the haste
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Grammar battle -
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Language battery.
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Sunrise was rising
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And fell again,
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And the horse tired
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Steppes ride.
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But "apple" -song
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played squadron
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bows suffering
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Violins times ...
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Where, a friend,
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your song:
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"Grenada, Grenada,
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Grenada mine "?
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punched body
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Slipped to the ground,
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first mate
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I left seat.
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I have seen: the corpse
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Bent moon,
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And the dead lips
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Whispered "Gren ..."
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Yes. In the far region,
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The transcendental Reach
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I am gone my friend.
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And the song carried.
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Since then they have not heard
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Native land:
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"Grenada, Grenada,
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Grenada mine! "
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Detachment did not notice
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loss of a fighter
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And the "apple" -song
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Dopel through.
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Only the sky softly
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slipped later
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Velvet sunset
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Tear of rain ...
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New songs
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I thought of life ...
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No, guys,
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About the song grieve.
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Do not, do not,
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No, my friends ...
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Grenada, Grenada,
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Grenada moya1977
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