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Old Dead Tree Quietly Kissing Death

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Old Dead Tree. Quietly Kissing Death. Old Dead Tree. Rustig Kissing Death.
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fight for life To face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

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The Old Dead Tree. Quietly Kissing Death. The Old Dead Tree. Rustig Kissing Death.
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To face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

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The Old Dead Tree. Quietly Kissing Death. The Old Dead Tree. Rustig Kissing Death.
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To face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

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The Old Dead Tree. Quietly Kissing Death. The Old Dead Tree. Rustig Kissing Death.
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face your pain You have preferred To close your eyes and run away. I imagine your face Quietly kissing Death I can imagine your face Quietly kissing death

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Joan Baez. Where Are You Now My Son. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now My Son.
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in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

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Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, mijn zoon?.
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in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

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Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, mijn zoon?.
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in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

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Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, mijn zoon?. Where Are You Now, mijn zoon?.
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in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

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Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, mijn zoon?.
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in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

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