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paris vila matilde
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Longing for a soldier at war,
Wandering through the old world,
Without her soft perfume...
I am all air, she is all the land,
Firm land waiting for me.
She at the Cathedral at six in the afternoon,
Gets off at Vila Matilde,
I miss your trip...
I am all air, he is all earth,
Firm land to inspire me.
I left you my love...