1:02:06
l've been left something
1:02:14
my dad has left me
an old oil lamp
1:02:19
how wonderful
1:02:22
l dream about him night and day
and for twenty reales
1:02:28
l'd sell my lamp
which belonged to my father
1:02:41
l dreamt that Sevilla
was made of chocolate
1:02:46
and the Giralda of candied pine nuts
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and the Torre del Oro of toffee
1:02:57
and the Guadalquivir
flowed with anisette
1:03:03
ay, a hunk of bread
1:03:30
what is that shining
among the olive groves
1:03:48
it's my girl's eyes
1:03:54
which are like my mother's