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My dear Anne
Singing so low unto yourself
Just in the kitchen
You were making my morning tea
As the fever touched my skin
I was all cracked in the head
Lay there and slept in your bed
And you would come to me and sing
My love, don't let me down
My love, don’t let me down
No more
Shes my mothers sister
Old yet unheavy in her soul
Her steady living
Made it clear and plain as day
That its fine to be my own
At day break you we'll rise
And be part of the day
And when its over
I wanna do it tomorrow
Just what I done today
My love, don't let me down
My love, don’t let me down no more