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The moonlight shone through my window.
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1. The moonlight shines through my window.
My baby is combing her hair in it.
And I comb my curly hair in it,
So they know that my baby has left me.
2. Three pots of geraniums in my window.
I water them with my tears.
One of the three geraniums has withered,
My heart aches, and then the sorrow kills it.
My baby is combing her hair in it.
And I comb my curly hair in it,
So they know that my baby has left me.
2. Three pots of geraniums in my window.
I water them with my tears.
One of the three geraniums has withered,
My heart aches, and then the sorrow kills it.