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Go son, go down to the water |
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And see the women weeping there |
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Then go up into the mountains |
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The men, they are weeping too |
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Father, why are all the women weeping? |
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They are weeping for their men |
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Then why are all the men there weeping? |
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They are weeping back at them |
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This is a weeping song |
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A song in which to weep |
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While all the men and women sleep |
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This is a weeping song |
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But I won't be weeping long |
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Father, why are all the children weeping? |
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They are merely crying son |
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O, are they merely crying, father? |
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Yes, true weeping is yet to come |
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This is a weeping song |
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A song in which to weep |
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While all the men and women sleep |
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This is a weeping song |
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But I won't be weeping long |
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O father tell me, are you weeping? |
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Your face seems wet to touch |
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O then I'm so sorry, father |
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I never thought I hurt you so much |
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This is a weeping song |
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A song in which to weep |
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While we rock ourselves to sleep |
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This is a weeping song |
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But I won't be weeping long |
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But I won't be weeping long |
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But I won't be weeping long |
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But I won't be weeping long |
