| …And I said, «My heart, my heart ain’t stronger than this.»
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| «My heart, my heart ain’t stronger than this.»
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| As we stood in the winter’s cold
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| And you sold everything that we had in our little home
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| And I oh I, oh I, yes I am not fine
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| And I oh I, oh I, yes I am not fine
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| …And I am not gold, sweet G-d I am not silver
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| I am only some skipping stone, picked up by a passerby
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| And clumsily cast in a river
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| Why was I, oh why’d I have to be
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| Born into this sedentary carcass
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| Fastened here for what it seems will be… a lifetime
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| My once tender shoots are now brittle roots
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| Despite my demand I will end where I began
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| So all you men with axes, You children keen to flame
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| Come burn me into ashes, Come carve me with your names
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| (Oh what glorious day when we depart)
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| And the Great Pine said to the Mighty Oak
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| «Why can’t I sleep through this season with you
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| 'Cause I can’t runaway, and I wish not to stay
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| I’d severe my roots and kill off my brood
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| Just to leave my mother’s embrace
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| Oh great mighty oak, how I wish not to stay.» |