| Who can befriend that morning star
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| That morning star
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| Didn’t he come to mock the dead
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star
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| Who can forgives our god that dies
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| Our god that dies
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| Vanishing into bitter days
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star
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| Didn’t they run like racing boys
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| Like racing boys
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| While I stumble over me
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star
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| I hid my aces in a widow’s lap
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| In the widow’s lap
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| And tried to win them back again
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star
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| Only the living love that star
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| That morning star
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| How can they live who love the dead
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star
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| Morning star, look down on me
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| Look down on me
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| And take me where my love has gone
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| Small wonder my heart fled so far
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| Who can befriend that morning star |