(Smog) I went down to the river To meet the widow She gave me an apple And it was red I slept in her black arms For a century She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return The ghost of her husband Beautiful as a horse Pulled up an apple cart Full of millions of red apples for us Full of millions of red apples for us I went down to the river To meet the widow She gave me an apple And it was red I slept in her black arms For a century She wanted nothing in return I gave her nothing in return I went down to the river
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