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... O partigiano porta mi via O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao O partigiano porta mi via Che mi sento di morir ... È questo il fiore…
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Oh father dear, I oft-times hear you speak of Erin's isle Her lofty hills, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild They say she is a lovely…
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