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“Hold my hand, little one”
Away to the yellow daisy fields we run.
Watching silently, the town is set ablaze
“Hush, not to fear. I’ve got you, always.”
The war is still not yet won.
“Hold my hand, little one”
Away to the yellow daisy fields we run.
Watching silently, the town is set ablaze
“Hush, not to fear. I’ve got you, always.”
The war is still not yet won.