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When rainy nights are soft with tears, |
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And Autumn leaves are falling, |
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I hear his voice on tumbling waves |
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And no one there to hold me. |
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At evening's fall he watched me walk. |
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His heart was mine. |
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But my love was young, and felt |
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The world was not cruel, but kind. |
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Where Lagan's light fell on the hour, |
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I saw him far below me-- |
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Just as the morning calmed the storm-- |
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With no one there to hold him. |
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My loves have come, my loves have gone, |
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And nothing's left to warn me, |
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Save for a voice on the traveling wind, |
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And the glimpse of a face at morning. |
