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It was long, long ago in the moonlight |
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We were sitting on the banks of the stream |
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When you whispered so sweetly, |
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I love you |
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As the waters murmured a tune |
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Oh, they tell me your love is like a flower |
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In the springtime blossoms so fair |
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In the fall then they wither away, dear |
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And they tell me that's the way of your love |
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I remember the night, little darling |
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We were talking of days gone by |
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When you told me you always would love me |
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That for me your love would never die |
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It was spring when you whispered these words, dear |
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The flowers were all blooming so fair |
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But today as the snow falls around us |
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I can see that your love is not there |
