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♪ Morning sight ♪
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♪ The old man died ♪
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♪ And no one cried ♪
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♪ They simply turned away ♪
♪ And when he died ♪
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♪ He left a table made of nails and pride ♪
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♪ And with these hands he carved these woods inside ♪
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♪ For my children ♪
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♪ Morning light ♪
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♪ Morning bright ♪
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♪ I spend the nights ♪
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♪ With dreams that make you weep ♪
♪ Morning time ♪
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♪ Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine ♪
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♪ For I recall the words the old man signed ♪
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♪ For my children ♪
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♪ And the legs were shaped with his hands ♪
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♪ And the top made of oaken wood ♪
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♪ And the children sat around his table, touched with a laughter ♪
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♪ Ah, and it was good ♪
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♪ Morning sight ♪
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♪ An old man died ♪
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♪ And no one cried ♪
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♪ He surely died alone, and the truth is sad ♪
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♪ For not a child would claim the gift he had ♪
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♪ The words he carved became his epitaph ♪
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♪ For my children ♪
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♪ For my children ♪
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♪ For my children ♪
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