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By Nina Simone, Willow weep for me, willow weep for me,
Bend your branches
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By Nina Simone, Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how
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By Nina Simone, The rain has stopped
The streets are fresh and warm
The sky
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By Nina Simone, I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoesAin't got
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By Nina Simone, Young, gifted and blackOh what a lovely precious dreamTo be