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Nita my lord, the golden, gold, swimmerOn our cousin's wedding stageHarpo the harp and Cheeko in the mirrorGone and gone and gone away.My sister told meMy sister told me It's okayAnd that oh we should smile today.Marvo the snitch was itching by his mirrorItching for a bigger stageWe love the tricks, but tricksAre in your head dearAny game you want to play.My sister told me it's okayAnd that oh we should smile todayAnd that oh you know we should smile todayMy sister told meMy sister told meAnd that oh we should smile todayAnd that oh we should smile today From Letras Mania