| She walks in the field
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| That’s just across the way
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| Picks all the flowers
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| That brighten up the day
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| And her blue velvet cape
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| That she wore around her neck
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| And the red in her cheeks
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| Gave a rag doll effect
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| And the wind in the trees
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| Sing a sad, sad, sad song
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| I lay in my bed
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| Listening all night long
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| Oh, wind in the trees
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| Sing a song for me
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| Bring back the rag doll to me
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| Oh, how I long to have her back by my side
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| The happiness of yesterday
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| Damn near cost my pride
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| There ain’t nothing worse than losing
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| When you had everything to gain
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| Got to get that woman back
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| Or nothing will be the same
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| And the wind in the trees
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| Sing a sad, sad, sad, sad song
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| I lay in my bed
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| Listening all night long
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| Oh, wind in the trees
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| Sing a song for me
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| And bring back the rag doll to me
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |