Market Day in Guernica
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My children played a skipping game
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On market day in Guernica
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On market day before they came
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Before they came to Guernica.
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I search my soul but cannot start
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to find forgiveness in my heart.
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My little ones no longer play
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In Guernica on market day.
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My father wore his linen suit
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On market day in Guernica
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He always sold the finest fruit
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Before they came to Guernica
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Now there's no way to let him know
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How much I loved and miss him so
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I watched as he was blown away
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In Guernica on market day.
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Away
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Away
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All blown away
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My children played a skipping game
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On market day in Guernica
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On market day before they came
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Before they came to Guernica.
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I search my soul but cannot start
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To find forgiveness in my heart.
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My little ones no longer play in Guernica
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On market day.
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Market Day In Guernica
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Katie Melua |