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I'm waiting, I wait, for the creaking of the gate, |
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How long, how long must I wait. |
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I sit, I sit, the weeds gather 'round me, |
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The wind whips my dress so that I cannot see. |
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So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. |
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I stare, I stare, and I'm looking over there, |
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'Cross that ghostly lake where he dwelled. |
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I look and I see a light burnin' bright, |
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But I know it doesn't burn for me tonight |
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So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. |
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Looking down, looking down, to where he once laid, |
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The birds hovered then took him away. |
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I rise to my feet and I walk down that road |
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Where I silently cry when this story is told. |
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So long, good-bye, to that great moaning sky and I'll cast my heart down the well. |
