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She was picking yellow flowers |
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Smiling at the sunlight |
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Weaving stems to make a necklace |
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Working hard to get it all right |
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She reached out to trade it |
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For the bread her mama brought her |
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And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
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Her feet were bare as mine were |
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When I grew up in the country |
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And just like her I watched my mother |
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Hanging out the laundry |
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Now she's grabbed some clothes and darted off |
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And her mama chased and caught her |
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And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
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She's running down the alleyway |
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Dust rising up behind her |
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She hides beneath the rubble |
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Where nobody can find her |
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And when she tires and walks back home |
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Mama tells her that she loves her |
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And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
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And when the sun sets she is hungry |
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But there's no more bread to give her |
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The cement floor is cold tonight |
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And beneath the rags she shivers |
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And as the jet planes scorch the sky |
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She's longing for her brother |
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As the bombs fall in the distance |
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She wonders, will the next one fall much closer |
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It's not so far to Baghdad |
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And I could be her father |
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'Cause when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
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When I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter |
