It blew up
I lost a hand
While I was away
It got blown up
By a missile in Vietnam
I still have both legs
Come walk with me
A very sad story
Please come walk with me
I lost a hand
It got blown up
By a missile in Vietnam
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Let's talk are like poetry. Let's talk are like vesai. Different secto to read when wanting to put wisdom and poetry into how to talk to someone special.
..friend you are great and amazing. The colour green shines on you. You have the heart of what I call love
(father to son)..You cannot be the same as them. You are not them. You are you. You can do better if you keep on working hard.
(sweet talk)..I want to miss you but only if you allow me to...
(sweet talk)..Hold my hand darlin one more time and I will kiss you good night..
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