My only child be not so blind
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See what you hold
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There are no words no ears no eyes
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To show them what you know
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Their hands are old
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Their faces cold
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Their bodies close to freezing
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Their feelings find
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The morning small
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Too small to fill their ways with breathing
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The evening tall
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My only child remember well
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The words that you are told
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For some of them it is only easy to survive
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Their hands are old
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Their faces cold
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Their bodies close to freezing
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Their feelings find
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The morning small
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The evening tall
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Man and wife are feasting the time
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The time that lies behind
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At home in sweetness and delight
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Drinking the bitter wine
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Their hands are old
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Their faces cold
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Their bodies close to freezing
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Their feelings find
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The morning small
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The evening tall
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My Only Child
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| Nico |
