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Martina (Album Version) - Barbra Streisand (芭芭拉·史翠珊)
I can see Martina as a child of three
In the sad seclusion of her nursery
Go outside Martina Go outside and play
Never speak Martina put your toys away
So her days were loveless
And her nights the same
When she cried for someone
No one ever came
Is it any wonder that her eyes grew cold
That she loved nobody and her young heart grew old
All the children crying from the age of three
Grow to be Martina's and me
