| Shallow waters rising fast
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| Empty hollow filled at last
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| Fleeting thoughts they feel my mind
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| With grains of hope and love divine
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Clementine
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Clementine
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| Hollow evening rising past
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| Hope the winter clears at last
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| Beating drums that fill the shrine
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| Wearing robes as red as wine
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Clementine
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, Oh my, oh my, oh my
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| Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my Clementine |