Holy world hidden in pain
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Pain that flies through the air
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Glance of sadness you
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could perceive
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Gazes that strengthen your heart
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Shinning sun light the town
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The evil hides in the dark
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Children looking for in the sky
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Quietness and peace
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for their lives
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Winds of love caress their faces
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Angels hold their hearts
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Smiling faces feeling the light
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Pure and innocent hearts
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Shine in the dark
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Through Times Part III
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| Beto Vazquez Infinity |
