Sweet?child?o''''?mine
Sweet?love?of?mine
She''''s?got?eyes?of?the?bluest?skies
As?if?they?thought?of?rain
I?hate?to?look?into?those?eyes
And?see?an?ounce?of?pain
Her?hair?reminds?me?of?a?warm?safe?pce
Where?as?a?child?I''''d?hide
And?pray?for?the?thunder
And?the?rain
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