| Come over here and lean on me
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| Lay your weary head down on my shoulder
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| Poor little lamb, smile upon me
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| For I shall be nothing but dust and ashes
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| Reap the harvest when the seed is sown
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| Love is repaid by love alone
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| Flowers bloom in a field of stone
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| Love is repaid by love alone
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| I need a love I can call my own
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| Love is repaid, love is repaid, love is repaid by love alone
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| St Francis came down from the mountain top
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| He had the marks upon his hands and feet
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| Man of sorrows release my soul from prison
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| Give it wings and let it fly away
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| Reap the harvest when the seed is sown
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| Love is repaid by love alone
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| Flowers bloom in a field of stone
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| Love is repaid by love alone
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| I need a love I can call my own
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| Love is repaid, love is repaid, love is repaid by love alone |