| She greeted the morning sun
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| All the eagles were flying low and she
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| She started her daily routine
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| Without thinking, without knowing
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| She smiled when she thought of Jim
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| All the satellites were standing by and she
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| She hoped she could tune him in
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| When she closed her eyes
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| Oh, her life was good and she
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| She’d won the finest prize and she
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| She didn’t feel the pain
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| It was all in the past
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| Gone, almost forgotten
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| He stayed with the garden beds
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| Any hour any given day and he
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| He nursed the lilies and violets
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| Treating them like friends
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| Oh, his life was good and he
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| He’d won the finest prize and he
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| He didn’t feel the pain
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| It was closed in the past
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| Gone, almost forgotten |