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By her bedside |
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He brought to her a (?) |
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By her bedside |
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We sit to redeem |
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My father, my father |
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He darkened my name |
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My father, my father |
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You must not get away |
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The sun is out |
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And it's callous and stout |
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And i can't believe |
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Offer what |
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Offer what you can |
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The sun is out |
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And it's flawless and sound |
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And I can't conceive |
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The sun is out |
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And it's callous and stout |
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And I can't conceive |
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Of this loneliness |
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My father turn |
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Turn away |
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The sun is out |
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And it's callous and stout |
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And I can't believe |
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Of the night I bleed (?) |
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It's reckless and helpless |
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It falls down my face |
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This conflict is coming |
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It wrestles with fear (?) |
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This folly/falling is coming (?) |
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It's fragrant with haste (?) |
