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In the quiet of the dawn, a little soul is born. Put him in a blanket and see that he is warm,
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And hold him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little soul again.
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On a summer morning there's a little boy at play discovering the world that will be his some day.
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Watch him very close, just as closely as you can for he'll never, ever be that little boy again.
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For he'll never, ever be that little boy again.
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On an autumn afternoon, a young man goes to learn how to build the bridges and make the wheels to turn.
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And, woman, you will love him, just as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.
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Woman, you will love him, as often as you can for he'll never, ever be that young man again.
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On a lonely, midnight winter, an old man goes to sleep, leaving everything he owns for other men to keep.
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And the Earth will hold him close, just as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.
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The Earth will hold him close, as closely as it can for he'll never, ever be that old man again.
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Gone, a life of yearning, a heart that's old and worn and in the quiet of the morning, a little soul is born.
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A LITTLE SOUL IS BORN
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| John Stewart |
