A Little Lambs Tragedy
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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I saw you
my poor little lamb
in that hazy shade
surrounded by the heather
on that holy moor
I heard your bleating sound
and saw your little paws shaking,
through endless fears
And could also hear and see
your painful cries,
visible in countless tears
But those cries got lost
in that icy cold northerly wind
only to be heard,
by grey wolves ears
And that was the reason
i couldn't help you
my poor little lamb
Because I was,
a grey wolf too
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