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Oh the beggar on his cornerstone |
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Catches pity in his wrinkled hand |
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But the lover whose bird has flown |
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Catches nothing only grains of sand |
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All the children in the distant house |
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They have feelings only children know |
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But the lover whose bird has flown |
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Catches nothing only flakes of snow |
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The sensation is not new to you |
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It's something we all have known |
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You get it - it goes right through you |
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Yes it's something we all have known |
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And the bird it has flown |
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To a place on it's own |
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Somewhere all alone |
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Now the hermit in his lonely cave |
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Has himself to keep him company |
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But the lover whose bird has flown |
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He has heartaches same as you and me |
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The sensation's not new to you |
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It's something we all have known |
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You get it - it goes right through you |
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Yes it's something we all have known |
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And the bird it has flown |
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Now the hermit in his lonely cave |
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Has himself to keep him company |
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But the lover whose bird has flown |
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He has heartaches same as you and me |
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Oh it's started snowing |
