| I’m dreaming now of Hallie
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| Sweet Hallie, my sweet Hallie
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| I’m dreaming tonight of Hallie
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| For the thought of her is one that never dies
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| She’s sleeping now in the valley
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| In the valley, my sweet Hallie
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| She’s sleeping tonight in the valley
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| And the mockingbird is singing where she lies
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| For the mockingbird is singing o’er her grave
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Still singing where the weeping willow waves
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| How well do I yet remember
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| Remember, remember
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| How well do I yet remember
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| For the thought of her is one that never dies
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| For the mockingbird is singing o’er her grave
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Still singing where the weeping willow waves
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| I feel like one who’s forsaken
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| Forsaken, forsaken
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| I feel like one forsaken
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| Since my Hallie’s no longer with me now
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| For the mockingbird is singing o’er her grave
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Listen to the mockingbird
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| Still singing where the weeping willow waves |