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She's faced the hardest times |
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You could imagine |
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And many times her eyes fought back the tears |
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And when her youthful world was about to fall in |
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Each time her slender shoulders |
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Bore the weight of all her fears |
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And a sorrow no one hears |
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Still rings in midnight silence, in her ears |
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Let her cry, for she's a lady |
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Let her dream, for she's a child |
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Let the rain fall down upon her |
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She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild |
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And if by chance I should hold her |
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Let me hold her for a time |
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But if allowed just one possession |
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I would pick her from the garden, to be mine |
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Be careful how you touch her |
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For she'll awaken |
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And sleep's the only freedom that she knows |
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And when you walk into her eyes |
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You won't believe |
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The way she's always paying |
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For a debt she never owes |
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And a silent wind still blows |
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That only she can hear and so she goes |
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Let her cry, for she's a lady |
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Let her dream, for she's a child |
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Let the rain fall down upon her |
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She's a free and gentle flower, growing wild |
