Last night I dreamed of my Halley Of my Halley, my sweet Halley Last night I dreamed of my Halley For the thought of her is one that never dies 
She’s sleeping now in the valley In the valley, my sweet Halley She’s sleeping now in the valley And the Mockingbird is singing where she lies 
Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird Oh the Mockingbird is singing o’er her grave Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird Still singing where the yellow roses grow 
How well do I yet remember I remember, I remember How well do I yet remember For the thought of her is one that never dies 
It was in that sweet September In September, I remember It was in that sweet September That the Mockingbird was singing far and wide 
Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird Oh the Mocking bird still singing o’er her grave Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird Oh the Mockingbird still singing in the spring </pre> 
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