There once was a sailor
His ship got caught in a gale
With the wind coming hard he went over the rail
But he swam through the water
And he walked through the rain
Hitched a schooner back home
To Collinsport, Maine
He had to see her again
Cause প্রণয় is deep like the ocean
and প্রণয় is big like the sea
And it always has been and it always will be
Sweet Daphne
Just the young girl are so pretty
And when she'd been there
Well the sweet smell of lilacs would drift through the air
And she loved that sailor
When he came from the sea
She fell into his arms
it was her destiny
Sweet Daphne
Cause প্রণয় is soft like a flower...
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