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    Default Morningside the old man died

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    Written by: neil diamond

    the old man died
    and no one cried
    they simply turned away
    and when he died
    he left a table made of nails and pride
    and with his hands he carved these words inside
    "for my children"
    Morning light
    morning bright
    i spent the night
    with dreams that make you weep
    morning time
    wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine
    for i recall the words the old man signed
    "for my children"

    And the legs were shaped with his hands
    and the top made of oaken wood
    and the children sat around this table
    touched with their laughter
    ah, and that was good
    an old man died
    and no one cried
    he surely died alone
    and truth is sad
    for not a child would claim the gift he had
    the words he carved became his epitath
    "for my children"
    ...being a human...



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