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[ Male Tenor ]
# The tree that may in summer wear #
:45:21
# A nest ofrobins
in her hair #
:45:30
# Upon whose bosom
snow has lain #
:45:39
# Who intermitt´ly
lives with rain #
:45:46
[ Male Tenor, Chorus ]
# Poems are writ #
:45:51
# By fools like me #
:45:59
[ Male Tenor, Solo ]
# But only God#
:46:05
# Can make #
:46:09
# A #
:46:11
# Tree ##
:46:36
[ Master Of Ceremonies ]
The intoxicating rhythm ofthe samba,
:46:39
A talented miss serves up
a musical cocktail,,,
:46:42
with a true
Latin-American flavor,
:46:45
So ifthree boisterous
birds ofa feather,,,
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fall under the influence
ofthis torrid tropical tempo,
:46:51
don´t blame them-- blame it
on the rhythm ofthe samba,
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## [ Orchestra: Slow ]