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- the gift of RAVEL
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what to give, oh
what to give
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to the one who has
everything
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why not a gift of
the raven’s words
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through them your
care will sing
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RAVEL can soothe a
troubled heart
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he knows of love,
‘tis true
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so sing the mariachi
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each instrument on
cue
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RAVEL can coax a
smile from
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the parent taking
care
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of children, dishes
and laundry mountains
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day in, day out –
with flair
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RAVEL is out there
in the dawn
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a stellar view from
a high wire
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calling out,
encouraging
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a cacophonous feathered
choir
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RAVEL works hard and
shares with those
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who greet the world
each day
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coffee, newspaper,
cell phone – check
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palm pilot – lead the
way
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so delight yourself
with a subscription
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and delight the
heart of a friend
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we can only do what we can
when we can
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and so each other we
tend
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