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but I'm still alone.
Jessie, oh Jessie,
oh where have you gone?
Won't you please,
come back home.
We walked across the valley,
saw rainbows in the lake.
The spirits in the wind
echanted aspens to quake.
The fire was slowly dying,
and our souls were gripped by cold.
We left our starry vigil,
and some stories still untold.
(chorus)
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