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shipbuilders
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Sail over the estuary White
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And acacia in the snow.
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I see the city of shipbuilders
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On the high bank.
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Chorus.
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Shipbuilders, shipwrights,
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Again I s family home.
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Sail White, white, white
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Above me.
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Under the bridge flows Ingul,
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Ships pumps Bug.
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Give your water to drink -
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I am your son and I am your friend.
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Chorus.
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You told me was the native threshold
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The first city of love.
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And all the sea roads
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Go mine.
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Chorus.
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you are getting closer with each year,
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My camp and my berth.
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I am in the city of Paris
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Nikolaev remembered.
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Chorus.
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