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I reeve her up wind |
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Then give her the one to sail |
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And weeds grow to hold me |
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I decide not to go to sea |
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In there I sit with your glove |
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Sewing a small end that I shouldn't had |
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When outside the door I see |
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Where you hide below the old tree |
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(In the place we love) |
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I've played before your way |
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I ran out, but there you gave |
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Where you'd hide, but I can't follow |
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Still out of sight, you left me a clue |
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Where trees grow near the river |
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And many months ago we formed a fort there |
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Where grasses make us play |
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At your hest to mow the way |
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And I went looking under the old tree |
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And I carved your name |
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But I rived in two the place under the tree |
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But I recovered the half you left for me |