| If life is like a candle bright
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| Then death must be the wind
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| You can close your window tight
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| And it still comes blowing in
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| So I will climb the highest hill
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| And watch the rising sun
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| And pray that I won’t feel the chill
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| 'Til I’m too old to die young
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| Let me watch my children grow
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| To see what they become
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| Lord don’t let that cold wind blow
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| 'Til I’m too old to die young
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| I have had some real good friends
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| I thought would never die
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| But all I’ve got that’s left of them
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| Are these teardrops in my eye
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| Let me watch my children grow
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| To see what they become
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| Lord don’t let that cold wind blow
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| 'Til I’m too old to die young
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| Lord don’t let that cold wind blow
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| 'Til I’m too old to die young |