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So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain |
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Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master |
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Early morning I look up at the sky |
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Fine pocket knife, the rough-bread is being cut |
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Little calf's trouble has also been cut here |
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Early morning I look at the sky |
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My little angel |
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So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain |
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Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master |
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Early morning I look at the sky |
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There is a bird, who will carry away |
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My little angel |
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I am buried in it alive, alive |
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I am turning yellow, heavily |
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Mommy (meaning 'wife'), I will write when I am free |
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my little angel |
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So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain |
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There is a bird, who will carry away |
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My little angel |
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Early morning I look upward at the sky |
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So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain |
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There is a bird, who will carry away |
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Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master |
