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I wait all day for my sailor, and sometimes he comes. See you over hill and dale. Riding on the wind, I see. You know me, you know me like the nightingale. "Oh, fair maiden, I see you standing there." Oh, will you hold me for just a fair time? The tune is playing in the fair night. I see you in my dreams. Fair boy, your eyes haunt me... From Letras Mania