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in mournful numbers
one sweetly solemn thought
stand here by my side
the ships are lying in the bay
there is no escape by the river
a little peach in the orchard grew
their beautiful hair
beneath my window in a city street
my sorrow, when she's here with me
the darkness rolls upward
what do i owe to you

 



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