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In vain I try to dry a tear |
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Which falls down from my eyes |
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It makes me think of the one I love |
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Who in the cold grave lies |
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My heart is very sad I vow |
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On thing cheers me through my life |
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The only merit I have left |
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The portrait of my wife |
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Roll away those lonely days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
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Roll away those lonely days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
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She gave it with the parting kiss |
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She gave it with a sigh |
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And said dear husband do take this |
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Before I say goodbye |
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And let me place it round your neck |
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While I've got one breath of life |
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And I hope you'll never once forget |
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This portrait of your wife |
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Roll away those lonely days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
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Roll away those empty days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
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I see her in my dreams at night |
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I think of her by day |
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To me she was an angel bright |
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But now she's far away |
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I wear her portrait near my heart |
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I'll treasure it through life |
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And with it I will never part |
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His portrait of my wife |
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Roll away those lonely days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
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Roll away those hollow days |
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Roll from up above |
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Raise your glass |
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To the one you love |
