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Now the way I feel little like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Like a tall oak tree alone and crying
When the babes have flown and the nest is bare

Now a woman lord is like a young bird
And the tall oak tree is like a young man’s heart
Among his boughs you'll find her nesting
When the nights are cool she’s warm and dry

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