| a man I met in my youth
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| came to me in the light of truth
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| a beautiful dream that was
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| till he died one rainy fall
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| there I was a child bride
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| widowed at ninteen, defied
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| never would I let him go
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| go to the place that heaven knows
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| on the evening of his death
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| my shoulders felt a brushing breath
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| cold were his hands on my breast
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| the man that I loved and put to rest
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| he came to me and held me close
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| we danced til dawn in the early snow
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| there I felt him cry and cry
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| «I'll never leave, leave your side»
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| oh the madness
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| this town thinks I’m mad
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| sixty years, has it been a dream
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| this man I’m haunted by, I see
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| I’m eighty years and on my bed
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| awaiting death, that final breath
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| he sits by and looks to me
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| «soon you will come and be with me»
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| now I feel all warm inside
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| as I leave this mortal body behind
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| seems it is eternal’s way
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| we’re waltzing into heaven’s gate |