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B-Track auf "Nine Million Bicycles" My children played a skipping game On market day in Guernica On market day before they came Before they came to Guernica. I search my soul but cannot start to find forgiveness in my heart. My little ones no longer play In Guernica on market day. My father wore his linen suit Letras de cancionesOn market day in Guernica He always sold the finest fruit Before they came to Guernica Now there's no way to let him know How much I loved and miss him so I watched as he was blown away In Guernica on market day. Away Away All blown away My children played a skipping game On market day in Guernica On market day before they came Before they came to Guernica. I search my soul but cannot start To find forgiveness in my heart. My little ones no longer play in Guernica On market day. From Letras Mania