| Goodnight, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again
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| With rosemary green and bright
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| You’re not forgotten, eternal night
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| Can’t fade your memory, dim your light
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| You’ve made a difference, you’ve won your fight
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| We lift our branches and though we weep
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| No death could conquer, you only sleep
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| Goodnight, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again
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| Goodnight, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again
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| With rosemary green and bright
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| You’re not forgotten, eternal night
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| Can’t fade your memory, dim your light
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| You’ve made a difference, you’ve won your fight
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| We lift our branches and though we weep
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| No death could conquer, you only sleep
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| Goodnight, sweet ladies…
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| Goodnight, sweet friends…
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| You lie but sleeping
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| Someday we will meet again
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| Let no voice falter, let die no flame
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| Let all remember your every name
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| Let faces turn to the starry sky
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| Let songs be sung 'til our throats are dry
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| Let no voice falter, let die no flame
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| Let all remember your every name
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| Let faces turn to the starry sky
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| Let songs be sung 'til our throats are dry
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| Dry… dry… dry… dry…
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| Four o’clock, four o’clock…
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| Never let me sleep…
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| Four o’clock, four o’clock…
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| Never let me sleep…
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| The art of suicide…
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| Nightgowns and hair…
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| Curls flying every which way…
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| I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day…
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| Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes…
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| If I burn you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep…
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| The pain too pure to hide…
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| Bridges of sighs…
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| Meant to conceal lover’s lies…
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| I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day…
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| Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes…
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| Under the arches of moonlight and sky…
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| Under the arches of moonlight and sky… |