| Seven winter’s past and gone
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| I once was young and I once was strong
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| Six fine times I’ve felt my knees
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| Buckle to your sweet release
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| Five times tried to conjure you
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| A letter or a note or clue
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| And I’m going to tell everybody
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| I’m know that I’m glad to see you
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| And I’m going to tell everybody
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| I’m know that I’m glad to see you
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| Even though you’re comin' home
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| In a box of cedar
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| For four years you courted I
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| Your raven hair, your brittle bride
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| Three more times I tried to find — a
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| Lover to match your sweet kind
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| And I’m going to tell everybody
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| I’m know that I’m glad to see you
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| And I’m going to tell everybody
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| I’m know that I’m glad to see you
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| Even though you’re come and gone
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| In a box of cedar
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| What am I to fill these rooms
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| I make it want the drone of doom
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be
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| Southern winter’s past and gone
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| I once was young and I once was strong
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| Shall I be
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| I’ll be
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| I’ll be |