Are you there? Can you hear me? Somewhere near me In the morning long ago Had to hold you so close Had to never let go Time on the river Sliding on by Hard to believe Wink of an eye Where'd you go baby buffalo? What's become of old cotton eyed joe? Hold uplying low Long gone coma a summertime snow Talk to your doctor Making her rounds Ninety-six tear One thousand clowns There they are Shining bright True creation Pure delight They go on So do you On and on Maybe me too Long ago baby buffalo What's become of old cotton eyed joe? Hole uplying low Long gone come a summertime snow Hold on to now Till you have to let go Easy through your fingers Ever so I'm just guessing I don't know Maybe it's a blessing I sure hope so
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