Come on, you fair and tender maiden
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Be carefull how you court young men
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They're like the stars
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On a summer's morning
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First they appear and then they're gone
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If only I were a tiny sparrow
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And I had wings
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And could fly so high
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I'd fly away
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To my false lover
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There I'd stay
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Untill he loves like fire
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But as I am
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No tiny sparrow
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And have no wings
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So I can't fly I'll fly away
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To a lonesome valley
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Wings that pass my troubles by
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Wings that pass my troubles by
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Tiny Sparrow
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Nana Mouskouri |