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Little sparrow sing your song |
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All day long. |
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Through the summer and the fall |
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When winter calls, |
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Who will write down what you sing |
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When the winter turns to spring? |
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Who will cast the first stone at me for what I’ve done |
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To the least of these? |
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Little robin rest your head |
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The sun is dead. |
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From the shelter of your tree |
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May you be |
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Safe and warm when you are cold. |
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Through the night your story’s told |
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To the lost and the lonely of souls who search for love |
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But still grow old. |
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. |
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And who will write down what you sing |
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When the winter turns to spring? |
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Who will cast the first stone at me for what I’ve done |
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To the least of these? |
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