On the first day of spring
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They heard the news
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The word spread like fire
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That she had fallen
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The fields of that day
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Were watered with tears
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Tears that were cried
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For Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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She was young and brave
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The prime of her life
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Fought for her country
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Became a spy
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And men told the secrets
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Once looked in her eyes
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They laid in the arms
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Of Chica Da Silva
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The game that she played
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Couldn't last very long
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Luck she relied on
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When they had all gone
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Her hands tied together
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Back on the wall
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They shot the life
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From Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
|
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On the first day of spring
|
They heard the news
|
The word spread like fire
|
That she had fallen
|
The fields of that day
|
Were watered with tears
|
Tears that were cried
|
For Chica Da Silva
|
|
She was young and brave
|
The prime of her life
|
Fought for her country
|
Became a spy
|
And men told the secrets
|
Once looked in her eyes
|
They laid in the arms
|
Of Chica Da Silva
|
|
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
|
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Chica Da Silva
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| Boney M |
