| She ruffles and wastes her little one's scent,
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| New power, all might, innocence on his forehead
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| Soon he will rise from the ground, find open arms,
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| Everything that a short childhood holiday offers
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| I look at him quietly, I know nothing else,
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| There is a beautiful person, after all, is a beautiful person
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| The school yard fills up as always in the mornings,
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| He stands against a cold wall as he did yesterday
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| Silently, he watches how
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| Others will pass by for a great future
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| School cold wall, ringing bells,
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| There is a beautiful person, after all, is a beautiful person
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| He leans against the foggy window of the bus,
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| Again, probably a long hard day with one behind them
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| The company of their dreams took responsibility for them,
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| Fulfills its mission as the years go by
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| Stop at the street lights,
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| A beautiful person, after all, is a beautiful person
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| Another truckload is being taken to town today,
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| When even the youngest of the children were already moved to their own
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| Suddenly the house has become quiet,
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| I just still roared with laughter in the pain of love
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| He grabs one hand, thinking for a moment,
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| A beautiful person, after all, is a beautiful person
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| Evening news and weather, it's nine o'clock,
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| From the last visit a week, because they are emerging
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| Disappointment and joy, you are already dreaming of land
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| After the storm, the ship stops at the base
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| Pictures of grandchildren pictures in the news
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| A beautiful person, after all, is a beautiful person
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| Beautiful man, beautiful man |