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Soldier

Not so long ago in a toy room not so far away Lived a boy who had so many toys And he didnít know what to do with them all With them all, with them all Well his favorite of all the toys were the tin soldiers, the tin soldiers And the one that he loved the most was the one with the missing leg At night the toys would come alive or thatís how the story is told And there they met the soldier with the missing leg And the ballerina with the heart of gold At night they would share each others dreams Under the stars shining bright But they were too shy to speak of love, to speak of love One day the boy sat him on the window sill To watch for the enemy coming over the hill But when the wind it blew it knocked him into the street And the boys from the town they said Wonít you look at the one-legged soldier Letís stick him in a boat and send him far away ĎCause I canít find a use for a soldier with a missing leg And he was lonely, so lonely for a friend And he was lonely, so lonely for a friend As he floated passed a river rat On his home made boat Well the boat began to sink And he sank to the bottom of the river He got swallowed by a fish Caught by a fisherman Sold to the family of the boy who had the toys And the cook said look at the one-legged soldier It looks just like the one we lost the other day Could this be the boyís tin soldier with the missing leg? And he was lonely, so lonely for a friend And he was lonely, so lonely for a friend As he sat on the mantle place to dry from the river The ballerina who held his heart sat at his side And when they got up to dance with each other They fell by the fire blazing bright When he jumped to save her from the flames Their bases began to melt into one in the same And now they share each otherís destiny Together forever they will be And they are no longer lonely for a friend And they are no longer lonely for a friend Not so long ago in a toy room not so far away Lived a boy who had so many toys And he played with them all With them all, with them all Well he had a ballerina and a one-legged soldier, stuck together at the base And they share each otherís destiny as they sit on top of the mantle place Itís the story of the one-legged soldier, The story of the one-legged soldier The story of the tin soldier with the missing leg

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