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Live a day and then come home
No more alone with strangers
All along the windy way
She felt the key and whistled

And when at last, the day is done
She whispers "Lock out the night
And lay your weary man down"
She tries to fight
What dulls my eyes and makes me old

Throw away the empty spool
And take a stool beside me
Fill the cup with Rhenish old
A cup of gold on your lips

And step by step
The creaking climb to slumber
Lock out the night
And lay your weary man down
She tries to fight
What dulls my eyes and makes me old

And when at last, the day is done
She whispers "Lock out the night
And lay your weary man down"
She tries to fight
What dulls my eyes and makes me old

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