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Spend it in the winter or die in the cold One apecka, Tuapecka, bright fine gold. Bright fine gold, bright fine gold. One apecka, Tuapecka, bright fine gold. Some are sons of fortune, and my man came to see But the riches in the river are not for such as he. Two little children lying in bed Both of them hungry, Lord, they can't raise up their heads. I'm weary of Otago, weary of the snow Let my man strike it rich and then we'll go.
15曲 | 1999
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