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On a wAmagon Ebound Amfor marketE,
AmThere's a Dmcalf with a Ammournful Eeye.
AmHigh aEbove him Amthere's a Eswallow,
AmWinging Dmswiftly Amthrough Ethe Amsky.
GHow the winds are ClaughAming,
They Glaugh with all their Cmight.
GLaugh and laugh the Cwhole day Amthrough,
And Ehalf the summer's Amnight. (Dona, dona)
EDona, dona, dona, Amdona,
GDona, dona, dona, Cdoe.
EDona, dona, dona, Amdona,
EDona, dona, dona, Amdoe.
"SAmtop compElaining!" sAmaid the fEarmer,
"AmWho told Dmyou a Amcalf to Ebe?
AmWhy don't Eyou have Amwings to Efly with,
AmLike the Dmswallow so Amproud Eand Amfree?"
AmCalves are Eeasily Ambound and Eslaughtered
AmNever Dmknowing the Amreason Ewhy.
AmBut whoEever Amtreasures Efreedom,
AmLike the Dmswallow has Amlearned Eto Amfly.
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