Once in a town
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in the black forest
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a little white toy-shop stood
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And the little tin soldier
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with only one leg lived
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in a castle of wood
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And across the room
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on another shelf
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stood a little glass case
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And a tiny ballerina
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lived in there
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all in her dress of lace
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And from where
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the little tin soldier stood
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they could see
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each other so clear
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And the little tin
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soldier watched over her
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with a love that was so dear
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Then one day sadness came
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the tiny ballerina was sold
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The little tin soldier was
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thrown away
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and into the gutter he rolled
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The water carried him to the sea
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and many far-off lands
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He made many children happy
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as he passed through their
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tiny hands
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And then one day
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they met again in a house
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in the land of Eire
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And when the clocks on the wall
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struck the midnight hour
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They jumped into a fire
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And in that fire they shall stay
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Forever in the day
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For the fire Lord
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is the fire of love
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Just like the peaceful dove
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THE LITTLE TIN SOLDIER
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