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She's faced the hardest times 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 the sorrow no one hears, |
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Still rings in midnight silence |
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In her ears... |
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Chorus |
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Let her cry, for she's a lady (she's a lady) |
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Let her dream, for she's a child (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 that I should hold her, (And if by chance that I should hold her) |
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let me hold her for a time (let me hold her for a time) |
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And if allowed but one possession, |
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I will pick her from the garden to be mine.(I will pick her from the garden to be mine) |
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Mine... |
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Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken |
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And sleeps the only freedom that she knows (That she knows) |
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And when you walk into her eyes, you won't believe |
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The way she's always payin, |
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For a debt she never owes |
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And the silent wind still blows, That only she can hear, |
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And so she goes... |
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Repeat Chorus twice |
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She's a flower... |
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Growing Wild... |
