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A Perfect Indian is he |
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Remembering him life is sweet |
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Like a weeping willow |
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His face on my pillow |
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Comes to me still in my dreams |
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And there I saw a young baby |
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A beautiful daughter was she |
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A face from a painting |
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Red cheeks and teeth aching |
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Her eyes like a wild Irish sea |
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On a table in her yellow dress |
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For a photograph feigned happiness |
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Why in my life is that the only time |
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That any of you will smile at me |
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I'm sailing on this terrible ocean |
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I've come for my self to retrieve |
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Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children |
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And there's only one way to be free |
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He's shy and he speaks quietly |
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He's gentle and he seems to me |
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Like the elf-arrow |
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His face worn and harrowed |
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Is he a daydreamer like me |
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I'm sailing on this terrible ocean |
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I've come for my self to retrieve |
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Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children |
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And there's only one way to be free |
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