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Little Viennese Waltz

        In Vienna ten little girls,

        a so cry on,

        and a forest of dried pigeons.

        t of tomorrow

        in ter frost.

        thousand-windowed dance hall.

        Ay, ay, ay, ay!

        take tz.

        Little z, little z, little z,

        of itself of death, and of brandy

        t dips its tail in the sea.

        I love you, I love you, I love you,

        h,

        dohe melancholy hallway,

        in t,

        Ay, ay, ay, ay!

        take ted z.

        In Vienna there are four mirrors

        in whe ehcoes play.

        th for piano

        t paints little boys blue.

        the roof.

        tears.

        Ay, ay, ay, ay!

        take tz t dies in my arms.

        Because I love you, I love you, my love,

        in ttic whe children play,

        dreaming a lights of hungary

        ternoon,

        seeing sheep and irises of snow

        the dark silence of your forehead

        Ay, ay, ay, ay!

        take t; I ; z

        In Vienna I h you

        in a e h

        a rivers head.

        See hs line my banks!

        I ween ys,

        my soul in a pographs and lilies,

        and in tsteps,

        my love, my love, I will o leave

        violin and grave, tzing ribbons
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