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Morningside |
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| [01:28.55] |
The old man died |
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| [01:36.24] |
And no one cried |
| [01:38.24] |
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| [01:44.49] |
They simply turned away |
| [01:48.74] |
And when he died |
| [01:50.18] |
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| [01:53.62] |
He left a table made of nails and pride |
| [01:58.93] |
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| [02:01.24] |
And with his hands he carved these words inside |
| [02:05.42] |
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| [02:11.24] |
For my children |
| [02:14.93] |
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| [02:19.24] |
Morning light |
| [02:22.12] |
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| [02:27.24] |
Morning bright |
| [02:28.80] |
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| [02:34.43] |
I spent the night |
| [02:36.55] |
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| [02:42.06] |
With dreams that make you weep |
| [02:46.06] |
Morning time |
| [02:47.55] |
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| [02:50.24] |
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine |
| [02:55.74] |
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| [02:58.37] |
For I recall the words the old man signed |
| [03:03.56] |
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| [03:08.87] |
For my children |
| [03:11.43] |
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| [03:18.56] |
And the legs were shaped with his hands |
| [03:20.18] |
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| [03:24.75] |
And the top made of oaken wood |
| [03:27.47] |
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| [03:31.97] |
And the children sat around this table |
| [03:35.04] |
Touched with their laughter |
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| [03:40.04] |
Ah, and that was good |
| [03:41.91] |
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Morningside |
| [03:49.53] |
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| [03:55.41] |
An old man died |
| [03:57.29] |
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| [04:02.60] |
And no one cried |
| [04:04.41] |
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| [04:09.98] |
He surely died alone |
| [04:14.16] |
And truth is sad |
| [04:16.10] |
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| [04:18.54] |
For not a child would claim the gift he had |
| [04:23.54] |
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| [04:26.48] |
The words he carved became his epitath |
| [04:30.60] |
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| [04:36.73] |
For my children |
