| Every setting sun
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| And every mother’s daughter is one
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| Though I know we be but dust
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| Know I never lost her to one
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| Though I never cared
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| What good is the night to me?
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| 'cause night wants to fall on me
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| You’ll find the winter waking up right now
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| Any medicine for curing hungry lovers?
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| Does she never weep — my wife
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| No one ever taught her
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| No I never cared
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| What good does the night do me?
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| For night wants to fall on me
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| And you’ll find the winter’s waking up right here
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| Don’t you leave me here
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| What good is the light to me?
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| When lights tend to fall
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| She might be waking up, right — |