I will not sleep well tonight
I will not be fine when the morning brings the dreaded light
I will baciare the lips that say goodbye
Clinging to the comfort of my God on high
I will not be moved da and by
I am not ashamed of the battle though my eyes may cry
I will baciare the lips that bid farewell
As te march to the sound of the mission bell
Oh the glimmer of the light along the water
And the sound of the children on the shore
Oh the sweet fields of oro beneath the big blue sky
Let it be
Home is me
You are mine
Life was moving on giorno da day
Friendship overflowing
But to me te cannot be replaced
I will hold you...
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