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In the pale moonlight we quarreled one nightOur heart's were young and freeI left her there and on that nightI though she was two-timing meOn a lonesome night so far from homeI heard a mournful soundThe girl I love is calling meShe thinks I turned her downShe begged me not to leave her thereShe swore that she'd been trueBut a jealous heart cannot believeOh how I long for you From Letras Mania