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| Jugband Blues 
 It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
 And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not here.
 And I never knew the moon could be so big
 And I never knew the moon could be so blue
 And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
 And brought me here instead dressed in red
 And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
 
 I don't care if the sun don't shine
 And I don't care if nothing is mine
 And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
 I'll do my loving in the winter.
 
 And the sea isn't green
 And I love the Queen
 And what exactly is a dream
 And what exactly is a joke.
 
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