| Here lie the bones o' my wayward love
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| Have mercy on 'em God above
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| As she would you if she were you
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| And you were my wayward love
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| I kissed her on the cusp o' spring
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| I gave to her my siller ring
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| I kissed her on the cusp o' spring
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| Gave to her my siller ring
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| And she thought it such a wondrous thing too
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| The summer sun that scorched the land
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| And turned to glass them desert sands
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| The summer sun that scorched the land
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| Turned to glass them desert sands
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| And steadied hrearts & trembling hands
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| She stole away from me for hours
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| And doused the fire with autumn showers
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| She stole away from me for hours
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| Doused the fire with autumn showers
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| Bitter is the wine that sours
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| To where & whom i asked to know
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| She smiled, a cruelly mocking blow
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| She’ll never smile that way again
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| I ruined her for other men
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| And sent her to her wintry end with a… |