| Speak your mind, she said
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| But there are words best left alone
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| Try to be kind, she said
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| For there’s no grace in doing wrong
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| And when you’re standing on your highest hill
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| And you shout but no one hears
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| And though you’re lost in the deep of the fiddle’s sweet sound
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| Pull in your tired wings
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| There’s no need to know it all
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| Listen how the silence sings
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| Now is the time for standing tall
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| And when you’re standing on your highest hill
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| And you shout but no one hears
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| And though you’re lost in the deep of the fiddle’s sweet sound
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| Dream on, little one
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| There are flowers in your hair
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| And see what the time has done
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| Scattered diamonds everywhere
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| And when you’re standing on your highest hill
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| And you shout but no one hears
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| You can fall but you must not lie down
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| And though you’re lost in the deep of the fiddle’s sweet sound
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| You can fall but you must not lie down |