:How far I am:

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How far I am from the land where I was born!

An immense nostalgia invades my thought,

seeing myself so sad and lonely, like a leave blown by the wind

I would like to cry, I would like to die of all my grief.

Oh, land of the sun, I sigh wishing to see you,

now that I live so far, without light or love!

And seeing myself so sad and lonely, like a leave blown by the wind,

I would like to cry, I would like to die of all my griff.

Oh, land of the sun, I sigh wishing to see you,

now that I live so far, without light or love!

and seeing myself so sad and lonely, like a leave blown by the wind,

I would like to cry, I would like to die of all my grief

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