quiet evening

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Me lay down alone, no good the rum

Me fall asleep and the boat she come

The girl she look till come the dawn

She weep and she cry

Return for home

The whistle blow me open my eyes

Bright the sun blue the sky

Me grab me shoes, me jump and me run

Me see the boat head for horizon

Havana moon is gone da rum

The boat she sail me love she gone

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Done