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I came to this country18 and 49I thought myself luckyfor to be aliveI looked all around meno one could I seethat I could compare withmy pretty SareeI wish I was a poetcould write in find handwould write my love a letterone she'd long understandI'd send it by the waterwhere the islands overflowand I'd think of pretty Saro wherever I go'tis not this long journey that grieves me for to gonor the country that I'm leavingnor the debts that I owethere's one thing that grieves me and bears on my mindthat's leaving my darling pretty Saro behind Aus Songtexte Mania