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Englishman in New York
I don\'t take coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on one side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I\'m an Englishman in New
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Desert Rose
I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in pain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire These
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Fields of Gold
You\'ll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You\'ll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of
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