| What did you do when you saw that I’d gone
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| did you stand very still and did tears come falling?
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| O you want that picture don’t you darling
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| of poor little me standing there bawling?
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| well it’s true that I cried
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| but then I went outside
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| and I stood very still in the night
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| and I looked at the sky
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| and knew someday I’d die
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| and then everything would be all right
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| it’s all right
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| and everything comes
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| down to this
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| that everything there ever was
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| or will be
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| is all there is
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| Where did you go once you’d wrote me that note
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| was a weight lifted off of your shoulders did you fly?
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| O you want that picture, don’t you darling
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| of heartless cold me
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| flying not falling?
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| well, it’s true that I soared
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| but then I went outdoors
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| and I stood very still in the night
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| and I looked at the sky
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| and knew someday I’d die
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| and then everything would be all right
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| it’s all right
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| and everything comes
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| down to this
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| that everything there ever was
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| or will be
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| is all there is |