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Silly Wizard Golden Golden

the path, And you might never fall in love at all. CHORUS: Golden, golden, is her hair, Like the morning sun over fields of corn. Golden, golden, is

But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears Thus children held hands and they spelled out their name All the golden children became a golden

rambling and sporting Were the cause of my ruin and absence from home Had I all the money that's in the West Indies Or had I the gold of the African

with song and smile fhear a bhata no horo eil'e... do you remember the promise made me the tartan plaidie the silken gown the ring of gold with thy

face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain to smokin' Method, main It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record

face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record