| Fare thee well, gentle maid
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| I’ll see you on your way;
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| And the sun will rise tomorrow
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| And wash my sins away
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| For I know that I’ve abused you
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| But I only had a day
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| And I know that’s why you left me
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| In your own sad little way —
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| I am gone — disappeared
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| But I hear a young dove crying
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| 3000 miles from here
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| Some would say you were a loser
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| 'Cause you play a loser’s game
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| But then if I am a winner
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| Why then am I so ashamed?
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| If you hear a young dove crying
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| You’ll know it’s me to blame
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| For I never got her number;
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| I never knew her name
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| Now she’s gone — disappeared
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| But I hear a young dove crying
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| 3000 miles from here |