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Way back when she very fated
A spanish nobleman sword
Too rah a I'd worth evil fated
And fight delete was no more
Want night he's charged what seldom
He hand his friend were what gone
Or through their word why be fado
Day after day, day after day
May rojo
Don Quixote, Don Quixote
His first always worth flying
While he was always found trying
To seek romance
Ends a beor
Don Quixote, Don Quixote
Imagine all kinds of dangers
With the dragant windmills or stranger
He foci is on
Bright but worth
Don Quixote
La la-la-ho-la...
Don Quixote, Don Quixote
Use a name has live the thrudy aches
Right forth a cross his trees facers
He is the most faint seсor
Don Quixote
There is glory
Him this is story
As he search
For his dream of... one lasting love