| Oh the beggar on his cornerstone
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| Catches pity in his wrinkled hand
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| But the lover whose bird has flown
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| Catches nothing only grains of sand
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| All the children in the distant house
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| They have feelings only children know
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| But the lover whose bird has flown
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| Catches nothing only flakes of snow
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| The sensation is not new to you
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| It’s something we all have known
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| You get it — it goes right through you
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| Yes it’s something we all have known
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| And the bird it has flown
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| To a place on it’s own
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| Somewhere all alone
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| Now the hermit in his lonely cave
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| Has himself to keep him company
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| But the lover whose bird has flown
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| He has heartaches same as you and me The sensation’s not new to you
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| It’s something we all have known
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| You get it — it goes right through you
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| Yes it’s something we all have known
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| And the bird it has flown
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| Now the hermit in his lonely cave
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| Has himself to keep him company
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| But the lover whose bird has flown
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| He has heartaches same as you and me Oh it’s started snowing |