| I saw a little beam of sunlight
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| Steal across a purple sky
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| And bent down to kiss a rose bud
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| Oh, it made me wanna cry
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| And to think that I’ve been permitted
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| To see a part of nature’s plan
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| Oh, there’s nothing that stands out more
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| Than the selfishness in man
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| Little children painting pictures
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| Of the blooms and apple trees
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| Oh, why can’t the grown up people
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| Have faith of one thing?
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| And to think those tiny fingers
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| Might become a killer’s hand
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| Oh, there’s nothing that stands out more
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| Than the selfishness in man
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| Why can’t we see the folly?
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| And the uselessness of pain
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| Love could lead to understanding
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| Maybe it’s not too late
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| Then perhaps through His great wisdom
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| We might learn to understand
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| Then there’d be no shame or sorrow
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| And no selfishness in man
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| Then perhaps through His great wisdom
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| We might learn to understand
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| Then there’d be no shame or sorrow
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| And no selfishness in man |