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Cradle Hill |
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When the sun goes down on |
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Cradle Hill |
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And darkness then fills up the sky |
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And memories fill up our mind |
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I hope you do not cry |
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I hope you do not cry |
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I hope you do not weep for me |
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For I am always with you still |
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And as on evenings long ago |
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We strolled up |
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Cradle Hill |
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We strolled up |
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Cradle Hill |
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These are the things |
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I keep with me |
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They are the constant joys of love |
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And they were ours and still will be |
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While stars shine up above |
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These constant joys of love |
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Remember what it all meant then |
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The fragrant flowers blooming there |
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And birds whose summer song |
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Did fill the evening air |
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Did fill the evening air |
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These are the things |
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I keep with me |
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They are the constant joys of love |
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And they were ours and still will be |
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While stars shine up above |
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These constant joys of love |
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Of loveWhen the sun goes down on |
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Cradle Hill |
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And darkness then fills up the sky |
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And memories fill your mind |
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I hope you do not cry |
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Look at the stars above |
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Let in these constant joys of love |
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Let in these constant joys of love |
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These constant joys of love |
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Of loveOf love |
