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From way up here the earth looks very small, |
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It's just a little ball of rock and sea and sand, |
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No bigger than my hand. |
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From way up here the earth looks very small, |
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They shouldn't fight at all |
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Down there upon that little sphere. |
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Their time is short, a life is just a day, |
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You think they'd find a way. |
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You think they'd get along |
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And fill their sunlit days with song. |
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From way up here the earth is very small, |
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It's just a little ball, so small, so beautiful and dear. |
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Their time is short, a life is just a day, |
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Must be a better way |
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To use the time that runs among the distant suns. |
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From way up here the earth is very small, |
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It's just a little ball, so small, so beautiful and dear |
