He came with the breeze
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She told everyone, in the cold
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She would hold him and sing a song,
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Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song,
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To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.
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The days went by until one little night,
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with this one little moon hanging in its black,
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Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song,
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In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet.
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"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby,
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What is your favourite song of all songs?
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Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby,
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Forever your rosie lips won't turn blue.
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I won't let nights hurt you,
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I won't let them take you,
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Take my hand and we'll run up that tree.
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I won't let days hurt you,
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I wont let them break you,
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if so my little heart will die,
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if so my tears will freeze and turn grey."
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He just stared in her hardworking arms,
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His rosie little lips had turned blue,
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Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song,
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for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet.
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"My baby, my beauty........"
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They took the boy who giggled so sweet,
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Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek,
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And the goodnight song,
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She never stopped singing,
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Danced from her lips,
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Down the dark grey street.
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"My baby, my beauty........"
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The Boy Who Giggled So Sweet
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Emiliana Torrini |