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OLD BLACK JOE |
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2 Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain, Why do I sigh that my friends come not again, Grieving for forms now departed long ago ? I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe.'*
3 Where are the hearts once so happy and so free; The children so dear that I held upon my knee ? Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go. I hear their-gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." |
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