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In Rio de JaneiroIn a tiny harbor bar sat a tanned gaucho with black-brown hairAnd to forget Dolores, who had been his love, he spoke to Don Philippo, the old bar owner
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In Rio de JaneiroIn a tiny harbor bar, a tanned gaucho sat with black-brown hairAnd he said: “Amigo mioShe was the most beautiful woman in RioâThe old bar owner laughed at Don Philippo
Hey, heyKaramba, Karacho, a whiskeyKaramba, Karacho, a ginCursed, sacramento, DoloresAnd everything is backHey, heyKaramba, Karacho, a whiskeyKaramba, Karacho, a ginCursed, sacramento, DoloresAnd everything is backAnd everything is backOlé

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