AmOn a Ewagon Ambound for Emarket
AmThere's a Dmcalf with a Ammournful Eeye
AmHigh Eabove him Amthere's a Eswallow
AmWinging Dmswiftly Amthrough Ethe Amsky
GHow the winds are Claughing Am
They Glaugh with all their Cmight
GLaugh and laugh the Cwhole day Amthrough
And Ehalf the summer's Amnight
EDonna Donna Donna AmDonna
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Am"Stop Ecomplaining" Amsaid the Efarmer
Am"Who told Dmyou a Amcalf to Ebe?
AmWhy don't Eyou have Amwings to Efly with
AmLike the Dmswallow, so Amproud Eand Amfree?"
GHow the winds are Claughing A,
They Glaugh with all their Cmight
GLaugh and laugh the Cwhole day Amthrough
And Ehalf the summer's Amnight
EDonna Donna Donna AmDonna
GDonna Donna Donna CDon
EDonna Donna Donna AmDonna
EDonna Donna Donna AmDon E Am E
AmCalves are Eeasily Ambound and Eslaughtered
AmNever Dmknowing the Amreason Ewhy
AmBut Ewhoever Amtreasures Efreedom
AmLike the Dmswallow has Amlearned Eto Amfly
GHow the winds are Claughing Am
They Glaugh with all their Cmight
GLaugh and laugh the Cwhole day Amthrough
And Ehalf the summer's Amnight
EDonna Donna Donna AmDonna
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