She's faced the hardest times
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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 a sorrow no one hears
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Still rings in midnight silence, in her ears
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Let her cry, for she's a lady
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Let her dream, for she's a 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 I should hold her
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Let me hold her for a time
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But if allowed just one possession
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I would pick her from the garden, to be mine
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Be careful how you touch her
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For she'll awaken
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And sleep's the only freedom that she knows
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And when you walk into her eyes
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you won't believe
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The way she's always paying
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For a debt she never owes
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And a silent wind still blows
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That only she can hear and so she goes
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Let her cry, for she's a lady
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Let her dream, for she's a 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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Wildflower
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| Skylark |
