| If I were a desert flower
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| All winter long I’d pain and cower
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| Spring would make me sing
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| My voice would ring
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| As tiny buds begin to bloom
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| In spring I’d blossom and forget
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| The winter’s gloom
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| If I were a brook of water
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| Kissed by the frost along my borders
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| Spring would make me sing my voice would ring
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| As I’d release my icy chains
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| In spring I’d bubble and forget the winter’s rains
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| But I am only a child of man
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| I am only a child of man
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| Just an innocent child of man…
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| Don’t look so surprised as my eyes shine and glow
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| It’s the sunlight in the skies that is making me so
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| If I were a joyful songbird
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| All winter long so cold and somber
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| Spring would make me sing
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| My voice would ring like tiny bells on scarves
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| Of silk
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| A song as beautiful and pure as mother’s milk
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| But I am only a child of man
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| I am only a child of man
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| Just an innocent child of man
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| Don’t look so surprised as my eyes shine and glow
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| It’s the sunlight in the skies that is making me so
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| Don’t be surprised
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| By this look in me eyes
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| Like a flower or tree
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| I will bloom in the spring
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| I will shed all my woes
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| As the green grass grows
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| Like a flower or tree
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| I will throw my head back and sing |