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Morenika, they call me my skin was pure white from the fire of the summer sun I am dark Morenika so very beautiful in your eyes - a burning fire my heart is all yours Morenika , they call me all those who go down to the sea if again they call me I will go with them again Morenika, they call me son to the ruling king if he calls me again I will follow him From Letras Mania