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[01:20.74]Morningside
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[01:28.55]The old man died
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[01:36.24]And no one cried
[01:38.24]
[01:44.49]They simply turned away
[01:48.74]And when he died
[01:50.18]
[01:53.62]He left a table made of nails and pride
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[02:01.24]And with his hands he carved these words inside
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[02:11.24]For my children
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[02:19.24]Morning light
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[02:27.24]Morning bright
[02:28.80]
[02:34.43]I spent the night
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[02:42.06]With dreams that make you weep
[02:46.06]Morning time
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[02:50.24]Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
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[02:58.37]For I recall the words the old man signed
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[03:08.87]For my children
[03:11.43]
[03:18.56]And the legs were shaped with his hands
[03:20.18]
[03:24.75]And the top made of oaken wood
[03:27.47]
[03:31.97]And the children sat around this table
[03:35.04]Touched with their laughter
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[03:40.04]Ah, and that was good
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[03:47.91]Morningside
[03:49.53]
[03:55.41]An old man died
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[04:02.60]And no one cried
[04:04.41]
[04:09.98]He surely died alone
[04:14.16]And truth is sad
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[04:18.54]For not a child would claim the gift he had
[04:23.54]
[04:26.48]The words he carved became his epitath
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[04:36.73]For my children