| Send the kids to the garden
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| The cypresses burdened down
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| To make a perfect pair
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| Spread on a blanket
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| The angels waste their tears
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| When your wet face turns to cheer
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| Tiny little voices won’t take nothing from no one
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| Tiny little fingers won’t pull nothing from nowhere
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| The children are begging
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| The smiling rain clouds
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| To please reflect my tears
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| Leaves fall from nowhere
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| I won’t beg your pardon
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| I won’t be there when you laugh
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| Tiny little voices won’t take nothing from no one
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| Tiny little fingers won’t pull nothing from nowhere
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| And find a way to set them straight
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| These kids are all begging to trade
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| Their ghosts away and let them fade and let them…
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| All of their open smiles just sit and wait, to sing a brutal song |