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Western wind, when will thou blow? |
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The small rain down, can rain. |
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Oh if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. |
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East wind over a foreign land |
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Out of an alien sky |
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This is the road she chose to go |
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When she kissed her love goodbye |
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With a west wind blowing by |
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Western wind, when will thou blow? |
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The small rain down, can rain. |
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Oh if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. |
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Now once more on the highest hill |
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She stood to see his face |
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But when she turned the west wind came |
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And made her steps retrace |
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And said this is your place |
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Western wind, when will thou blow? |
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The small rain down, can rain. |
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Oh if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. |
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Far lands beckon so strange and fair |
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They call a youth away |
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But when the eastern wind blows cold |
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And alien skies are grey |
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She dreams of a younger day |
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Western wind, when will thou blow? |
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The small rain down, can rain. |
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Oh if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. |
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Oh if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. |
