| Well, they’ve torn up the streets and
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| Burned off the fields
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| And turned all the dogs to the woods;
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| They took up the cross
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| But they lost the third reel
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| And the picture was just getting good;
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| Evening is crawling
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| Summer is Lost
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| — They're dragging the pond for it now
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| They’ve painted the windows all shut
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| And the frost has
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| Warmed everything up somehow
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| And you can ask me for nothing at all
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| And I’ll always be what you please
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| You can never leave nothing behind you
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| And I always will love Louise
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| You’ve seen this before
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| And to hear you tell
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| It’s not worth the tears or the rain;
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| There’s nothing worth keeping
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| But nothing you’d sell
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| Though you’d trade it all for a seat on the train;
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| When your breath can be seen
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| It hangs at your knees
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| But raises itself like a crow
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| You can jump for your life
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| From your place in the trees
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| But you’d do well to just watch it go
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| And you can ask me for nothing at all
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| And I’ll always be what you please
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| You can never leave nothing behind you
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| And I always will love Louise
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| You can send me alone
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| To the shed after dark
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| Lay me down in my Easter Clothes
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| Or send them along
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| To my folks with your prayers
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| But save me at least one of those;
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| You can make me your only one
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| Or leave me today
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| And send no more mail than you do
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| I may never be able
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| To reach you this way
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| But I always will reach out to you
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| And you can ask me for nothing at all
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| And I’ll always be what you please
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| You can never leave nothing behind you
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| And I always will love Louise
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| I always will love Louise |