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Beverly packs her lunch pail silently |
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In the light of the dawn's gray gloom |
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In her lonely room |
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Beverly works all day at the factory |
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On her feet from five to nine |
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On the assembly line |
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Beverly drifts away into a reverie |
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Dreaming of the girl she used to be |
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When her heart was alive |
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And there were nights |
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When Beverly would go out dancing |
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The stars lit up the |
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Latin sky |
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Her eyes would flash, her feet would fly |
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Across the ballroom floor |
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En una linda noche nosotros bailamos |
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Dancamos hasta no ver mas las estrellas |
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Un gran amor - esto fue el pasado |
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Beverly goes about her way so quietly |
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And though she cries a little bit |
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No one seems to notice it |
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Hmmm, mmm, mmm |
