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♪ Oh how I love him, but he just doesn't seem ♪
♪ tall and tan and young and handsome, the boy from East Berlin was born in hand, ♪
♪ when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah! ♪
♪ When he walks his line, a somber that swings so cool and sways so gentle that, ♪
♪ when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah! ♪
♪ Oh, but I watch him so sadly, how can I tell him I love him? ♪
♪ Yes, I would give my heart gladly, but each day when he walks to the sea, he looks straight ahead, not at me. ♪
♪ Tall and tan and young and handsome, the boy from East Berlin goes walking, and when he passes, each girl he passes goes, ah! ♪
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♪ Oh, but I watch him so sadly, how can I tell him I love him? Yes, I would give my heart gladly, but each day when he walks to the sea, he looks straight ahead, not at me. ♪
♪ Tall and tan and young and handsome, the boy from East Berlin goes walking, and when he passes, I smile, but he doesn't see. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He doesn't see me. He just doesn't see. ♪
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