| There was a man came to our town
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| He wore a suit of red
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| He memorized with secret eyes
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| That he hid away in his head
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| He had a scar upon his head
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| Where there used to be a crown
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| But he sold his robes at the five and ten
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| And lived on the edge of town
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| That fall he showed us a magic leaf
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| That he could change to snow
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| He bought it partly with his grief
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| And partly with his soul
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| He scattered seeds in the alley way
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| He never seemed to rest
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| And when you went to ask him why
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| All he ever said was yes
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| He made a swan from waving grass
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| Beside a crystal shore
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| And a sunrise spun from broken glass
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| And many things wondrous more
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| But then his hands began to burn
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| When he heard the news from the war
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| When we cannot find each other he said
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| Then we can’t run away any more
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| Next day with tears along his face
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| He passed us on the hill
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| No one thought to ask him to stay
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| And he knows that we never will
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| There was a man came to our town
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| He wore a suit of red
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| He memorized with secret eyes
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| That he hid away in his head |