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Listen to the wailing of the willows |
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Listen to me crying on my pillow |
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Crying cause I know my love is gone from me |
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Living in a world of different places |
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Looking at a million different faces |
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Yet I see a face in every face I see |
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Love must lack a sense of humor |
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It laughs when other people cry |
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Love, would love to hear the rumor |
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That you and I have finally said goodbye |
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I know that every heart was made for breaking |
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And my love was ready for the takin' |
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Still I won't complain for someday love will call again |
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Must I take a memory as a token |
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To replace a heart that love has broken |
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Will the wailing willow always weep for me |
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Must I see a face in every place I see |
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Listen to the wailing of the willow tree |
