serf_avengerBut yet I'll return to the place of my birth, Where the children have played round the door, And they gathered wild blossoms that grew round the path That'll echo our footsteps no more.
But yet I'll return to the place of my birth, Where the children have played round the door, And they gathered wild blossoms that grew round the path That'll echo our footsteps no more.
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