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I can almost see the other side, my little lovely |
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On silent silver wings I dip and glide, my little lovely |
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America the eagle she has nurtured fear into my heart |
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Her cruel vice temptation tears the very seeds of life apart |
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I can almost feel your loving eyes, my little lovely |
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Warming up these cold these winter skies, my little lovely |
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I know there have been times when all my words are thrown back in my face |
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All these lover's crimes that leave me standing naked in disgrace |
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I can almost hear the tumbling burn, my little lovely |
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As down the Buckney Den she tips and turns, my little lovely |
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The sound of children's laughter voices ever asking why and how |
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Those hills of home are getting so much clearer to me now |
