Little Grave

When I was a little one
I'd follow you into the Sun
I held your hand
You held me then
I went outside
You never saw me again

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Touch not ye my little grave
For mama is now far away
They lay me there
And there I lay
You can't fight guns with guns - we'll all perish that way

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And the blue dreams keep on calling me

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