| 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 |