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Nettie |
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Nettie, no need to cry |
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Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes |
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In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue |
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Miss Red Hook of 1922 |
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Weeping silently for the pain of others |
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Every night a tearful rosary |
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A victim of the curse of empathy |
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Her reward for compassion is to suffer |
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Nettie, no need to cry |
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Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes |
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My shortcomings I know caused her grief |
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Still she loves me. This I can't believe! |
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Responding not with anger but a prayer |
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Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill |
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True, I am the son of an Angel |
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Maternally, not one woman compares |
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Nettie, no need to cry |
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Let me wipe those teardrops from your eyes |
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If you fall, I will catch you |
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When you're lost, I'll be there soon |
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Far away, but of course near |
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When you're sad, I'm always here |
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Thank you for saving me from my self |
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Your compassion became it's own hell |
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Unequally beautiful inside and out |
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Without a doubt |
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Nettie, no need to cry |
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Let Me wipe those teardrops from your eyes |