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Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves |
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There is work to do before you say good-bye |
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Who can see them turning to the face of love? |
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Though I hear them pleading with me, "Don't let us die'' |
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As I sit, I can see their troubled souls wander by |
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And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry |
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"Oh, oh one more chance'' |
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The naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud |
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Lording the poor mortal as he goes |
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And the tears which well beneath his sombre shroud |
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Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows |
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He can never be like the thought of a rose |
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Whose beauty remains even when the bloom goes? |
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"Oh, oh one more chance'' |
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Oh is it too late to change the way |
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We're bound to go? |
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Is it too late? |
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Then surely one of us must know |
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Is it too late to change the way |
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We're bound to go? |
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Is it too late? |
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Then surely one of us must know |
