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there lies a dying sparrow |
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lying still with broken wings |
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till his eyes close to pass the night |
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and part the tears |
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he slips into a dream |
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see him fly o like an arrow |
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in the skies he rules as king |
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though he's never really left the ground |
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lord you should hear him sing |
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I can fly |
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o I can even touch the sun |
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chase me to the sun |
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run down his face, tears of a blind man |
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eyes that never seen the sun |
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waiting for the light of morning to come |
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to end this seemingly endless night |
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where is the light |
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I've never seen you |
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but I've seen your many faces |
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in my dreams |
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I have seen you |
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but I must fly away again |
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now dim his ears to silence |
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never heard a church bell ring |
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still his eyes are closed for evermore |
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still the chains are on his wings |
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lord hear him song |
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I'll cease to find the point in living |
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only if I cease to dream |