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The soft winds of Buenos AiresOnce blew into her roomNow all she can do is kneel and praySangre dolceSangre dolce
She's lost in the streetsLost in her thoughtsShe's lost in the smiles of the baby all dayShe's new in New York, dressed up like a dollBut broken like claySangre dolceSangre dolce
She cries when underneath the crystal moonShe hears a sultry Spanish songBut coming from that neighborhood saloonIt sounds all wrong
Puts the child in the strollerAnd walks through the park"What a beautiful baby you have"The women all say"Thank you" she says, pretending it's hersHer own is so far away
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