Two rings made of gold,
My friend made them;
One to have and one to hold.
Mama,
Papa,
Mama.
Nothing is as a flame is,
And you never have it.
I wish you mine from the wind
Cannot ever have it (?)
Oh Mama,
Papa,
Mama.
Two rings made of gold,
My friend made them;
One to have and one to hold.
Mama,
Papa,
Mama.
Nothing is as a flame is,
And you never have it.
I wish you mine from the wind
Cannot ever have it (?)
Oh Mama,
Papa,
Mama.
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