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Deep within my heart lies a melody |
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A song of old San Antone |
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Where in dreams I live with a memory |
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Beneath the stars all alone |
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It was there I found beside the Alamo |
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Enchantment strange as the blue, up above |
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A moonlit path that only she would know |
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Still hears my broken song of love |
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Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart |
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Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone |
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Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart |
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Speak once again of my love, my own |
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Broken song, empty words I know |
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Still live in my heart all alone |
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For that moonlit pass by the Alamo |
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And Rose, my Rose of San Antone |
