| The streets were crowded
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| As they cheered the men to war
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| In the locket, his sadness
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| Was easy to see
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| In his hand a token
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| As his love he did proclaim, saying
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| This locket closed forever
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| «Till I return again
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| The longer you’re gone my love
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| The stronger my love grows for you
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| I know that every hour
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| Brings me closer to the day
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| If I live another thousand years
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| No love could ever match this passion
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| The winter rains could never
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| Wash these dreams away
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| Bad news has wings
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| In grief she swore her heart would be
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| Like the locket, never open
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| To any but he
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| Until a stranger she sighted
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| He laughed and showed the key
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| Read the message in the locket
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| And know that it’s me
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| The longer you’re gone my love
|
| The stronger my love grows for you
|
| I know that every hour
|
| Brings me closer to the day
|
| If I live another thousand years
|
| No love could ever match this passion
|
| The winter rains could never
|
| Wash these dreams away
|
| The longer you’re gone my love
|
| The stronger my love grows for you
|
| I know that every hour
|
| Brings me closer to the day
|
| If I live another thousand years
|
| No love could ever match this passion
|
| The winter rains could never
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| Wash these dreams away
|
| The longer you’re gone
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| The longer you’re gone my love |