I went down to the river
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To meet the widow
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She gave me an apple
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It was red
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I slept in her black arms
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For a century
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She wanted nothing in return
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I gave her nothing in return
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I gave her nothing in return
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The ghost of her husband
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Beautiful as a horse
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Pulled up an apple cart
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Full of millions of red apples
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For us
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Red Apples
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| Smog |
