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When I came down to your riverside
And saw you
standing there
Pocketful of Moonbeams
You had henna in your hair
And I
never felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
It might seem like a
premonition
But you're a long time dead
Gonna be a long time
dead
Misery the devil's in my head
The seasons had already
turned
The wind began to howl
A change of fortune is what I need
And
there was little doubt
That they had never heard my testimony
Not a single
word I said
Well the judge he whispered in my ear
Gonna be a long time
dead
Gonna be a long time dead
Misery the devil's in my
head
When I came down to your riverside
And saw you standing
there
Pocketful of Moonbeams
You had henna in your hair
And I never
felt so lonely
Got the feeling I can't shed
It might seem like a
premonition
But you're a long time dead
Gonna be a long time
dead
Misery the devil's in my head
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