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Love, oh don't we know how can the river flow |
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Without you. |
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Warming like the sand upon the land. |
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How can we doubt you? |
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Dark to me the night and dim the morning light |
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Tomorrow. |
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How can we not see the simple melody |
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Of sorrow? |
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Oh to be with you, oh to see them through |
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Those days when we think you are gone, |
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They are so lonesome, and so long. |
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What shall we do? |
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Parting comes to soon, my weary tune |
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Has lost its pleasure. |
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Waiting for the time, this lonely wine |
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Has lost its treasure. |
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Dark to me the night and dim the morning light |
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Tomorrow. |
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How can we not see the simple melody |
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Of sorrow? |
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Oh to be with you, oh to see them through |
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These days when we think you are gone, |
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They are so lonesome, and so long. |
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What shall i do? |
