| She’s faced the hardest times you could imagine
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| And many times her eyes fought back the tears
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| And when her youthful world was about to fall in
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| Each time her slender shoulders bore the weight of all her fears
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| And the sorrow no one hears still rings in midnight silence in her ears
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| Let her cry, for she’s a lady
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| Let her dream, for she’s a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
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| And if by chance that I should hold her
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| Let me hold her for a time
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| And if allowed but one possession
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| I will pick her from the garden to be mine, mine
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| Be careful how you touch her, for she’ll awaken
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| And sleeps the only freedom that she knows
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| And when you walk into her eyes, you won’t believe
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| The way she’s always paying, for a debt she never owes
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| And the silent wind still blows, that only she can hear, so she goes
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| Let her cry, for she’s a lady
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| Let her dream, for she’s a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
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| Cry, for she’s a lady
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| Dream, for she’s a child
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| Let the rain fall down upon her
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| She’s a free and gentle flower, growing wild
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| She’s a free and gentle flower
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| She’s a flower growing wild |