In the park I sat down withy my love,
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and not a thing was wrong.
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The sun shone down from above,
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and not a thing was wrong.
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And I go to where our voices paired,
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and leapt from off the stone.
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And that's the voice that I still here whenever I sing alone, alone.
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Whenever I sing alone.
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Not many a thought did I abide,
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nor was I help when things went wrong.
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At the cemetery by your graveside,
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now everything is wrong.
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Well I know exactly where I'm going,
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And God knows who I adore.
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Tho' my prayers did ask to take my pain,
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I wish I could've taken yours much more.
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Phoenix Park in summertime,
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gathering by day and night.
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By the hearth in wintertime,
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gathering just to say goodbye.
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Phoenix Park
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| The Tossers |
