11.11.05
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- A. M. Galopim de Carvalho
- António Barreto
- Antunes Ferreira
- Nuno Crato
- Guilherme Valente
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- Carlos Medina Ribeiro
- Joaquim Letria
- Carlos Barroco Esperança
- Helena Roseta
- Pedro Barroso
- João Duque
- Nuno Brederode Santos
- Alfredo Barroso
- Maria Filomena Mónica
- Manuel João Ramos
- Carlos Pinto Coelho
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor GIRLS
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor GIRLS
And God I know I'm one
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