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Şarkıcı

Şarkı

Şarkı Sözleri ["infinitely picturesque"] Night fell upon the pilgrims While sailing on the sea of grass Through the infinite horizon The wooden ship sails by the wind to the pass They'll journey on awaiting doom Talling their stories in the gloom Disrupted by his baby's crirs ...panting The old jew carries on ...telling