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You, who are on the road, |
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Teach your children well, |
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And feed them on your dreams, |
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Don’t you ever ask them why, |
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If they told you, you will cry. |
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So just look at them and sigh, |
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And you, of tender years, |
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That your elders grew by. |
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And so please help them with your dreams, |
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And feed them on your dreams, |
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Don’t you ever ask them why, |
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If they told you, you will cry. |
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So just look at them and sigh, |
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