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In the park |
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I sat down withy my love, and not a thing was wrong. |
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The sun shone down from above, and not a thing was wrong. |
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And I go to where our voices paired, and leapt from off the stone. |
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And that's the voice that |
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I still here whenever |
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I sing alone, alone. |
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Whenever I sing alone. |
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Not many a thought did |
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I abide, nor was |
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I help when things went wrong. |
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At the cemetery by your graveside, now everything is wrong. |
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Well I know exactly where |
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I'm going, |
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And God knows who |
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I adore. Tho' my prayers did ask to take my pain, |
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I wish I could've taken yours much more. |
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Phoenix Park in summertime, gathering by day and night. |
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By the hearth in wintertime, gathering just to say goodbye. |
