| Lone and alone she lies, poor miss
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| Five flights from earth and one from heaven
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| Dark hair and eyes, she tries hard not to cry
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| But still alone she lies
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| And I never knew the reasons
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| There ain’t no lover in your bed
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| but lady you were always some kind
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| Of woman to me There ain’t no gardens for my poor miss
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| There ain’t no sunshine in April’s spring
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| Just four dark walls, and light comes shadowly
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| Ah, poor miss, ah me!
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| And I still remember the sunlight on your face
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| Lady you were always some kind
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| Of woman to me |