(Evans/Blackmore/Lord)
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Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
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Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
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But the lover whose bird has flown
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Catches nothing only grains of sand
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All the children in the distant house
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They have feelings only children know
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But the lover whose bird has flown
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Catches nothing only flakes of snow
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The sensation is not new to you
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It's something we all have known
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You get it - it goes right through you
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Yes it's something we all have known
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And the bird it has flown
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To a place on it's own
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Somewhere all alone
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Now the hermit in his lonely cave
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Has himself to keep him company
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But the lover whose bird has flown
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He has heartaches same as you and me
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The sensation's not new to you
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It's something we all have known
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You get it - it goes right through you
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Yes it's something we all have known
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And the bird it has flown
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Now the hermit in his lonely cave
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Has himself to keep him company
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But the lover whose bird has flown
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He has heartaches same as you and me
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Oh it's started snowing
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Bird Has Flown
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Deep Purple |