thing whistle through the trees cos' they are still children They are still children Now their time has come and gone they are grown all to soon it seems children
thing Whistle through the trees cos' they are still children They are still children Now their time has come and gone they are grown all to soon It seems children
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a thing Whistle through the trees cos' they are still children They are still children Now their time has come and gone they are grown all to soon It seems children
P Love and peace is vanished It's a city of destruction, and it's called Freedom. Beautiful Fireworks light the night as children smile with joy. Cherring
