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I'm going away to leave you love |
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I'm going away for a while |
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But I'll return to you sometime |
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If I go ten thousand miles |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heavens may cease to be |
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This world may lose it's motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh who will dress your pretty little feet |
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Who will glove your hand |
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Who will kiss your rosy red cheeks |
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When I'm in the far off land |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heavens may cease to be |
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This world may lose it's motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh have you seen those mournful doves |
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Flying from pine to pine |
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They're mourning for their own true loves |
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Just like I mourn for mine |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heavens may cease to be |
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This world may lose it's motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh papa will dress my pretty little feet |
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And mama will glove my hand |
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You can kiss my rosy red cheeks |
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When you return again |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heavens may cease to be |
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This world may lose it's motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |