In the rain, in the rain
I can call out your name
In the rain of the wild wood air
No pain, no pain
When I touch the flame
That burns in my heart somewhere
In vain, in vain
I play in the game
But the pack is always one card spare
The lane, the lane
Where held your picture frame
And I looked at your long brown hair
Insane, insane
To be be feeling this shame
For a ghost who I know isn't there
Don't go, don't go
Sweet Sally Malone
Don't go where the pale horse rides
How long, how long
Will this carry on
How long before you turn out your light
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