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I left my dreams, on the ocean it seems Where the fortunate cleave to their lovers Oh, the path will tell, toward heaven there's hell For I'm wrestling the swel... - Widow At The Wake
(Verse 1) A widow at the wake A line, she drew a line, she drew a line In the winding sorrow A priest no more the rake Calling on a sign, on a sign That ne'er w...
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