| When morning tints the eastern skies
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| And the sun shines down on all I see
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| It’s then that I sigh for those dark eyes
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| That were in deepest love with me
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| Those dark eyes I love so well
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| Those dark eyes I long to see
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| How I long for those dark eyes
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| Strangers they have grown to be
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| When evening tints the western skies
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| And darkness surrounds all I see
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| It’s then that I sigh for those dark eyes
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| That once look with love on me
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| Those dark eyes I love so well
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| Those dark eyes I long to see
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| How I long for those dark eyes
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| Strangers they have grown to be
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| Whn last we met was on the street
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| I turned my face so she would not see
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| But another man was by her side
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| Soon would take her for his bride
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| Those dark eyes I love so well
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| Those dark eyes I long to see
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| How I long for those dark eyes
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| Strangers they have grown to be
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| Those dark eyes I love so well
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| Those dark eyes I long to see
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| How I long for those dark eyes
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| Strangers they have grown to be
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| How I long for those dark eyes
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| Strangers they have grown to be |