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the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night i looked at you i found a dream, that i could speak to a dream that i can call my own i found a thrill to press my cheek to a thrill that i have never known. |
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the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night i looked at you i found a dream, that i could speak to a dream that i can call my own i found a thrill to press my cheek to a thrill that i have never known. |
Una oda de Friedrich Schiller se escucha al final de su última sinfonía cantada por un coro.