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All my worries |
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All my care |
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Is held in check |
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For you not there |
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Evening comes |
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And darkness falls |
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We sit round |
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And curtain out |
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The black night |
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There is a time |
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Away |
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From here |
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Seasons pass |
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So quickly come |
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And steal the days |
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Your work has done |
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They leave the fields |
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So bare and grey |
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I long to hold |
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You there and say |
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It won't change |
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There is a time |
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Away |
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From here |
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There is a time |
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Away |
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From here |
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Will we be lovers |
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Or will we still be |
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Will we be lovers |
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Or will we still be |
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Will we be lovers |
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Or will we still be |
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Still be still be |
