| Don’t cry my love, don’t cry no more
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| A crashing sky a rolling screen
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| A city drowning gods black tears
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| I cannot bear to see
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| She lay under the midnight moon
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| Her restless body stirring
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| Until the magic morning hour
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| Like poison it succumbs her
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| Her baby skin, her old black dress
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| Her hair it twists around her necklace
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| Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines
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| To sleep she overtakes her
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| Her room is painted Heron Blue
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| Lit by candlelight and chandelier
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| And from her headboard perched so high
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| A million dreams have passed her
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| Don’t cry my love don’t cry no more
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| It overwhelms my breaking heart
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| A minor swell of violins
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| I cannot bear to hear them
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| A mother shepherds her young birds
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| She fills their mouths and warms their souls
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| Til they are strong and good to fly
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| Away from her alone she’ll die
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| Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
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| As heaven blue her light fails
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| A breath of soot into her lungs
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| A life, a journeys end in one
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| Don’t sing that old sad hym no more
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| It resonates inside my soul
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| It haunts me in my waking dream
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| I cannot bear to hear it Don’t play those violins no more
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| Their melancholic overtones
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| They echo off the floor and walls
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| I cannot bear to hear them |