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Widows walk ado walk on as in years of yore. |
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The thought of you divided thus! |
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It just maybe due to discuss in cold turkey mourning in the willows. |
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Or was it the wind. |
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You recollect we all suspect the mortal door will open the sore mind. |
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The widows walk and wail among the willows. |
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Widows walk ado walk on. |
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Widows face the future. |
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Factories face the poor. |
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The fact remains the peril strains the mind a bit. |
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To have done and quit with it widows walk and wail among the willows. |
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Widows walk ado walk on. |
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I'm guessing this is called civil, |
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Regrettably strife. |
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So lessen your appalled pall mall and middle life. |
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Long last a hymn to Him to help you on your way. |
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Contented is the boat. |
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By chance how forlorn the shore. |
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I've meant to take the chance to turn you 'bout the floor so trim the prim the lame have rose to say widows walk and wail among the willows. |
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Widows walk and do-si-do the willows. |
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Widows walk ado walk on. |
