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I say to the day |
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We'll drop down to die |
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With fifty five falls |
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And seventy skies |
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And I say to the day |
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Weigh this bag that I brang |
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With Mayflower May and a monocle dime |
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Oh, there she lies |
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Gently close her eyes |
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Oh, there she lies |
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Gently close her eyes |
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Oh, down she lies |
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Oh, I had a friend |
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That I remember well |
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With sad little hands |
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A sad [sickle cell?] |
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Oh, I had a friend |
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The ship sailed away |
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'Twas fifty five falls |
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Of golden to stay |
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Oh, there she lies |
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Gently close her eyes |
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Oh, there she lies |
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Gently close her eyes |
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Oh, down she lies |
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I said to the day |
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We'll drop down to die |
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With fifty five falls |
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And seventy skies |
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And I say to the day |
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Weigh this bag that I brang |
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With Mayflower May and monocle dime |
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Oh, and she dies |
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Slowly close her eyes |
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Oh, there she lies |
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Gently close her eyes |
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Oh, down she lies |
