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Baby stands before an open window |
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Looking so far away |
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He can almost feel southern winds blow |
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Gently touching his restless day |
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He turns from his window to me |
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Sad smile, his apology |
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Sad eyes reaching to the door |
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Daylight loses to another evening |
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And still he spares me the words ' |
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Goodbye'Sits alone beside me, fighting his feelings |
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Struggles to speak but in the end can only cry |
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Suddenly it's so hard to find |
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The sound of the words |
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To speak his troubled mind |
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So I'm offering ease to him as if to be kind |
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There's a train every day leading either way |
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There's a world you know, there's a way to go |
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You'll soon be gone, it's just as well |
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This is my opening farewell |
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A child's drawing's left there on the table |
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And a woman's silk is lying on the floor |
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I would keep them here if |
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I were able |
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To lock you safe behind it's open door |
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Suddenly it's so clear to me |
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That I'd ask you to see |
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What you may never see |
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Now my kind words find their way back to me |
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There's a train every day leaving either way |
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There's world you know, got a way to go |
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I'll soon be gone, it's just as well |
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This is my opening farewell, this is my opening farewell |
