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When I worked in the mill weavin' at the loom |
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I'd gaze absent minded at the roof |
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And half the time the shuttle o tangle in the threads |
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And the warped get mixed with the woof |
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If I loved you |
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But somehow |
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I can see |
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Just exack'ly how |
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I'd be If |
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I loved you |
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Time and again |
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I would try to say |
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All I'd want you to know |
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If I loved you |
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Words wouldn't come in an easy way |
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Round in circles |
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I'd go Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy. |
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I'd let my golden chances pass me by. |
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Soon you'd leave me. |
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Off you would go in the mist of day. |
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Never, never to know, |
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How I loved you, if |
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I loved you... |
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Longing to tell you, but afraid and shy |
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I'd let my golden chances pass me by |
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Soon you'd leave me. |
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Off you would go in the mist of day |
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Never, never to know |
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How I loved you |
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If I loved you |
