| There’s a girl as she is sleeping
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| Sleeping in her sweet repose
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| I’m her broken-hearted sweetheart
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| When my good friends gather 'round me Where my graveyard flowers grow
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| In my grave I’ll be there sleeping
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome
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| Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows
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| I’m your lonesome-hearted listener
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| Listening to that lonesome wind that blows
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| On those ocean sands I wandered
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| Where those whitecap breakers roll
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| I walked along the beach at midnight
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| In this great and crowded city
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| Where the silver dollar flows
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| Many’s a broken-hearted sweetheart
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome
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| Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows
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| I’m your lonesome-hearted listener
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| Listening to that lonesome wind that blows
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| I dreamt last night we lay together
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| Arm in arm we took a stroll
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| I woke up and the sky was cloudy
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| Has it come your time to leave me?
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| Has it come your time to go?
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| Always, dear, I’ll be here waiting
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| Listening to that wind that blows
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| Blow, wind, blow, long low and lonesome
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| Blow, wind, blow, where no heart knows
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| I’m your lonesome-hearted listener
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| Listening to that lonesome wind that blows |