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Faithfull Marianne Come My Way Version 1

that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "Come my way, come my way." The brook

thyme that grows around my door Has grown there for two score years or more And I've grown weary waiting for love to say "come my way, come my way."

I lie in my hospital bed, Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain