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I wish
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I wish my baby was born
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sittin' on his papa's knee
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and you poor girl
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were dead and gone
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green grass growin' over thee
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not no saint
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nor I never shall be
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till a sweet apple grows
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from a sour apple tree
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I still hope
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the day will come
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when you and I
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will walk as one
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