| A troubled wind has chilled my heart
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| Killed our love right from the start
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| And visions of your face
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| Twist in my mind into knots of silken lace
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| A chance to win a hand so fair
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| Fades with night and a single prayer
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| Then a straw hat on her head
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| Brings morning dreams to alight upon my bed
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| If dead men swam the waters deep
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| Then fish would cry all in their sleep
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| My love, I can only try
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| To lift my hat from the depths as you walk by
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| Now banjos ring and fiddles play
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| A candle burns to light my way
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| And turning in my sleep
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| I dream again of your love, your love to keep |