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He met her at the bus stop
She talked of many things
Of scarlet threads and Trojan wars
Of old Melycian kings
Down the River Ebro
Along the mountainside
He heard her ancient stories
She would not be denied
And when she sings
The songs she sings
She sings an ancient song
For in her heart
She holds a place
For everlasting arms
They pulled into a bus stop
They shared a cheap hotel
The streets of Zaragoza
Seemed to cast a spell
The stones were smooth with travelers
Always on their way
She spoke of James and Mary
And where they met one day
And when she sings
The songs she sings
She sings an ancient song
For in her heart
She holds a place
For everlasting arms
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Some may call her Nena
As the night grows long
To him she's Zaragoza
The scarlet thread of dawn
A low tree now exalted
Where a tree grew high
A dry tree that has flourished
Where a green tree died
And when she sings
The songs she sings
She sings an ancient song
For in her heart
She holds a place
For everlasting arms
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