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That a creature could be so lonely |
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It became my deepest wish |
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To give her my love |
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To embrace her forever |
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And to have her find some peace |
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She who was so lonely |
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Came with volumes of feeling I have never known |
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Except perhaps for Mary |
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And she was always my sister |
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And she was always my sister |
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That a creature could be so lonely |
|
It became my deepest wish |
|
To give her my love |
|
To embrace her forever |
|
And to have her find some peace |
|
She who was so lonely |
|
Came with volumes |
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Volumes of feeling |
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I have never known |
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Except perhaps for Mary |
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And she was always my sister |
