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Down by old house |
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Over the bridge |
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Down through the dark streets |
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Where we used to live |
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Out by the cornfield |
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And the sycamore trees |
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Down to the water |
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Will you come, Lassie please? |
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Snow in the town square |
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December afternoon |
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Christmas lights |
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A crescent moon |
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A boy selling chestnuts |
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Roasted and brown |
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Dropping black cinders |
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That hiss on the ground |
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You and I stand like strangers |
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In our Hokusai clothes |
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Like we come from some strange country |
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That nobody else knows |
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And to go where the wind blows |
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Are just the words of thieves |
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So will you come with me, Lassie |
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Will you come Lassie, please? |
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There's a place there by the river |
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I never showed you before |
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But when I'm far away |
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That's where I go |
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Outside it's lamplight |
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High time we leave |
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Winter-a-borning |
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Will you come Lassie, please? |
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The big blue sea between us |
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Is thousands of miles |
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It's cruel I know |
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But you just have to smile |
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I'd be back for you |
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If I could just believe |
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That everything is right and pure |
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That everything is right and pure |
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That everything is right and pure |
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Will you come, Lassie, please? |
