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I'm dreaming now of Hally, |
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Sweet Hally, sweet Hally, |
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I'm dreaming now of Hally, |
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For the tho't of her is one that never dies; |
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She's sleeping in the valley, |
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In the valley, in the valley, |
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She's sleeping in the valley, |
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And the mockingbird is singing where she lies. |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave; |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Still singing where the weeping willows wave. |
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Ah! well I yet remember, |
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Remember, remember, |
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Ah! well, I yet remember, |
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When we gather'd in the cotton, side by side; |
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'Twas in the mild September, |
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September, September, |
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'Twas in the mild September, |
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And the mockingbird is singing where she lies. |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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The mockingbird still singing o'er her grave; |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Listen to the mockingbird, |
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Still singing where the weeping willows wave. |