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fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
he came and took me by the hand
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
thoughts through my head
i love my life, but not too well
over the river they beckon to me
and breaketh bread no more
all quiet along the potomac
my true love from her pillow rose
up and down he goes

 



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