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Once in a town in the black forest
A little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg
Lived in a castle of wood.

And across the room on another shelf
Stood a little glass case,
And a tiny ballerina lived in there
All in her dress of lace.

And from where the little tin soldier stood
They could see each other so clear
And the little tin soldier watched over her
With a love that was so dear.

Then one day sadness came:
The tiny ballerina was sold.
The little tin soldier was thrown away
And into the gutter he rolled.

The water carried him to the sea
And many far-off lands.
He made many children happy
As he passed through their tiny hands.

And then one day they met again
In a house in the land of Eire
And when the clocks on the wall struck the midnight hour
They jumped into a fire.

And in that fire they shall stay
Forever in the day.
For the fire, Lord, is the fire of love,
Just like the peaceful dove.

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