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My children played a skipping game |
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On market day in Guernica |
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On market day before they came |
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Before they came to Guernica. |
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I search my soul but cannot start |
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to find forgiveness in my heart. |
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My little ones no longer play |
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In Guernica on market day. |
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My father wore his linen suit |
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On market day in Guernica |
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He always sold the finest fruit |
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Before they came to Guernica |
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Now there's no way to let him know |
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How much I loved and miss him so |
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I watched as he was blown away |
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In Guernica on market day. |
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Away ... |
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All blown away |
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My children played a skipping game |
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On market day in Guernica |
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On market day before they came |
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Before they came to Guernica. |
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I search my soul but cannot start |
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To find forgiveness in my heart. |
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My little ones no longer play in Guernica |
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On market day. |
