tisdag, juni 19

it feels like the flowers are about to die.

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My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.


In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine.
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband, was a hard working man,
Just about a mile from here.
His head was found in a driving wheel,
But his body never was found.

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.



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