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Seven winter's past and gone |
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I once was young and I once was strong |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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Six fine times I've felt my knees |
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Buckle to your sweet release |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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Five times tried to conjure you |
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A letter or a note or clue |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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And I'm going to tell everybody |
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I'm know that I'm glad to see you |
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And I'm going to tell everybody |
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I'm know that I'm glad to see you |
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Even though you're comin' home |
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In a box of cedar |
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For four years you courted I |
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Your raven hair, your brittle bride |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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Three more times I tried to find - a |
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Lover to match your sweet kind |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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And I'm going to tell everybody |
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I'm know that I'm glad to see you |
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And I'm going to tell everybody |
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I'm know that I'm glad to see you |
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Even though you're come and gone |
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In a box of cedar |
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[sing-song] |
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What am I to fill these rooms |
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I make it want the drone of doom |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
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Southern winter's past and gone |
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I once was young and I once was strong |
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Shall I be |
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I'll be |
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I'll be |
