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Барбра Стрейзанд Мартина

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys

I can see Martina as a child of three In the sad seclusion of her nursery Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play Never speak, Martina, put your toys