Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
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My heart's so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
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Oh, sing for every mother's love, for every childhood tear.
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Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.
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This is for the refugees, the ones without a home. A boat out on the ocean, a city street alone.
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Are they not some dear mother's child? Are they not you and I?
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Are we the ones to bear this shame and they this sacrifice?
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Or are they just like falling leaves who give themselves away?
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From dust to dust, from seed to shear and to another day.
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If I could have one wish on Earth of all I can conceive,
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would be to see another Spring and bless the falling leaves.
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Thank you for this precious day, these gifts you give to me.
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My heart's so full of love for you, sings praise for all I see.
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Oh, sing for every mother's love, for every childhood tear.
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Oh, sing for all the stars above, the peace beyond all fear.
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Falling Leaves (The Refugees)
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| John Denver |
