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I don't know why I feel this way today |
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The sky is blue the table is laid |
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The trees are heavy with yellow fruit |
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And in their shade children happily play |
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The pears have fallen to the ground |
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My child places one in my hand |
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The sun is warm upon my face |
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And I dream of a burning land |
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Mother of famine take this pear |
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Upon an arrow through the rings of time |
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This small fruit this golden prayer |
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May it pass from this hand to thine |
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If I were rain I'd rain on Somalia |
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If I were grain for Somalia I'd grow |
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If I were bread I would rise for Somalia |
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If I were a river for Somalia I'd flow |
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All the mothers will dream of thee |
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All the mothers bless thy empty hand |
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All the mothers will grieve for thee |
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All the sorrow a mother can stand |
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If we were rain we would rain on Somalia |
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If we were grain for Somalia we'd grow |
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If we were bread we would rise for Somalia |
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If we were a river for Somalia we'd flow |
