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I married my wife on the day of the eclipse
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And the cry of the birds sends a terrible shiver
Through me and my sorrowful wife
Who is shifting the furniture around
Who is shifting the furniture around
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The grass here grows long and high
Twists right up to the sky
White clouds roll on by
Come on now and help me babe
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A loose wind last night blew down
Black trees bent to the ground
Their blossoms made such a sound
That I could not hear myself think babe
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I was blind
I was a fool
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