| When these lips shall never more
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| Place a kiss upon thy brow
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| When life hold’s still in death
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| Will you love me then as now
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| Will you miss me (miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me (miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me (miss me when I’m gone)
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| Will you miss me when I’m gone
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| Perhaps you’ll plant some flowers
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| Round my cold unworthy grave
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| Come and sit along here beside me
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| Where the roses nod and wave
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| On a cold dark Sunday morning
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| In a land not far away
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| A little girl from old Kentucky
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| Lifted up her voice to say |