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Henry Gross Lyrics
She always loved to swim away.
Shannon is gone I hope she's drifting out to sea.
maybe she'll find an island with a shady tree...
Just like the one in our backyard.
No one can even begin to tell her
Mama tries hard to pretend
If Papa were here I am
I hardly know what to say
Another Day is At End
But Maybe it's better that way
Mama says she's tired again
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