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I was born in east virginia,. North carolina I did go. There I met the fairest maiden. But her name I do not know. Her hair it was a brightsome color. And her cheeks were rosy red. On her breast
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the heart
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Everybody else has gone,. But you're still here with me. All the world is sleeping by and by. Through the windowpane. The frosted light is streaming in,. Full moon sailing high across the sky. T
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They've passed me by, many years,. And I did turn well away. To give and lose love. And still no word had I to say,. Not to anyone. . Now I see. How I could speak honestly. But when you're gon
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You must philosophise,. But why must you bore me to tears?. You're red around the eyes,. You tell me things no one else hears. You spend all your time crying,. Crying the hours into years,. Cryi
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There you may stand in your splendour and jewels. Swaying me in both directions. One is the right one, the other for fools,. How do I make my selection?. The city lies silent in the warm morning l
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Everybody else has gone,. But you're still here with me. All the world is sleeping by and by. Through the windowpane. The frosted light is streaming in,. Full moon sailing high across the sky. T
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He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the sa
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Bring back the king to his throne,. And the smile may return to the queen. How can she rule on her own,. When the glory of what might have been is all she feels?. The fire still burns in the heart
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It's a lesson too late for the learning. Made of sand, made of sand. In the winking of an eye my soul is turning. In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell?. Will ther
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The summertime's escaping and the carnival's away. And the sunshine is awaiting for another sunny day. Breakers whisper to the shells upon the shore And hear the seagulls they cry for more. And hea
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Here comes the morning how it pleases. It always brings me something new. Its golden light will wash away the dust of yesterday. If I try it may let me forget you. . And when these winter days ar
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They said that it was snowing in astounded tones upon the news. I wonder why they're always so surprised 'cos every year it snows. Frozen images of snowploughs as they churn along the motorways. I
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