I had myself a true love
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A true love who was something to see
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I had myself a true love
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At least that's what I kept on telling me
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The first thing in the morning
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I still try to think of a way to be with him
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Some part of the evening
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And that's the way I live through the day
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I had myself a true love, but now he's gone
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And left me for good
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The Lord knows I've done heard those back yard
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Whispers going 'round the neighborhood
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There maybe a lot of things I miss
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A lot of things I don't know
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But I do know this, now I ain't got no love
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And once upon a time I had a true love
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In the evening, in the doorway
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While I stand there and wait for his coming
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With the house swept and the clothes hung,
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In a pot on the stove there's a hot meal
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Where is he while I waste the rising newel?
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Where is he? Why'd he gone so soon?
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Now there ain't no way that it used to be, what now?
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And everybody keeps telling me
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There are may be a lot of things I miss
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A lot of things I don't know
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But I do know this now...
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I ain't got no love
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And once upon a time I had a true love.
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I Had Myself A True Love
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Barbra Streisand |