| She’s been there, God knows, she’s been there
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| She has seen and done it all
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| She’s a woman
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| She knows how to dish it out or take it all
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| Her heart’s as soft as feathers
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| Still she weathers stormy skies
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| And she’s a sparrow when she’s broken
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| But she’s an eagle when she flies
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| A kaleidoscope of colors
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| You can toss her round and round
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| You can keep her in your vision
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| But you’ll never keep her down
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| She’s a lover, she’s a mother
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| She’s a friend and she’s a wife
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| And she’s a sparrow when she’s broken
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| But she’s an eagle when she flies
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| Gentle as the sweet magnolia
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| Strong as steel, her faith and pride
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| She’s an everlasting shoulder
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| She’s the leaning post of life
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| She hurts deep and when she weeps
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| She’s just as fragile as a child
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| And she’s a sparrow when she’s broken
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| But she’s an eagle when she flies
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| She’s a sparrow when she’s broken
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| But she’s an eagle when she flies
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| Oh, bless her, Lord
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| She’s an eagle when she flies |