Some tales say morrow knows
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I know not why they say so
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some go where sorrow goes
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I know not where they do go
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One comes with winter's wind
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to tell a tale of mourning
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one free as summer's sin
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to tell a tale of mourning
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Spinning around in circles every day
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spinning around and finding no new way
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Spinning around, spinning around they say
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I wish them all dead anyway
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So sing the poets then
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I know not why they sing so
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so go they sorrow's friends
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I know not where they do go
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One comes with autumn's rain
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and sings a song of mourning
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one sets the spring aflame
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and sings a song of mourning
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Spnning around in circles every day
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spinning around and finding no new way
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Spinning around, spinning around they say
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I wish they all could go away
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The Four Strings Of Murning
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| Lake Of Tears |
