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| 3:29 | 
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After all I've come to know me, and the ways of my heart,
And the young man that I once was would have torn our love apart. When you're young and always looking at the far side of the hill You might miss the fairest flower standing by you very still. [Chorus:] Love, love, love, love, love, such is love,wonderous love Love, love, love, love, love, such is love,wonderous love Love is never, like the stillness, love is always passing by Love must flow like a river; try to hold love back and love will die If I'd known as a young man what I know of love today I'd have lain down in that river and let it wash my soul away. [Chorus 2x] Now I know love. |
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| 2. |
| 3:05 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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| 4. |
| 3:23 |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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| 7. |
| 2:50 |
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| 8. |
| 4:42 |
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| 9. |
| 5:14 |
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| 10. |
| 5:35 |
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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare. And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Came a-prancin′ and a-dancin′ my noble Stewball. I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay If I′d have bet on ol′ Stewball, I′d be a free man today. Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I′m a poor boy in trouble, I′m a long way from home. Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water,he always drank wine. |
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