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Old Dead Tree Quietly Kissing Death

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Old Dead Tree. Quietly Kissing Death. Old Dead Tree. Besar en silencio la muerte.
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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. El Árbol Muerto Antiguo. Besar en silencio la muerte.
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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. El Árbol Muerto Antiguo. Besar en silencio la muerte.
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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. El Árbol Muerto Antiguo. Besar en silencio la muerte.
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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?. Where Are You Now, My Son?. Joan Baez. Where Are You Now, My Son?. 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 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, 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, 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, My Son?.
...

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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