| In a little country village
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| I met a man and he was blind
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| As I helped him cross the highway
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| I cried thy burdens are greater than mine
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| I can see the light of day
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| And I need not feel my way
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| Yes thy burdens
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| Saw a lad well on his travels
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| Trying hard to play the game
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| Though his leg was very crippled
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| And he could not speak his name
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| Still he smiled in understanding
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| Though life to him had been unkind
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| As I watched I thought in sorrow
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| Son thy burdens
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| I can speak my name aloud
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| Make my way among the crowd
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| Yes thy burdens
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| Just by chance I passed a graveyard
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| Saw a young man kneeling there
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| In his hand there were some roses
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| On his lips there was a prayer
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| On a stone these words were written
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| My soul is God’s my memory thine
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| As I watched I thought in sorrow
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| Friends thy burdens
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| I’m just a drifter all alone
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| I got no friends I got no home
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| Yes thy burdens Â… |