my uncle
My uncle was a great man
when i was a wee little lad
i cut my knee really bad
he felt my pain
but not as bad
my uncle is now gone
and i feel his pain
but not as bad
but i will always
remember the times
we had.
when i was a wee little lad
i cut my knee really bad
he felt my pain
but not as bad
my uncle is now gone
and i feel his pain
but not as bad
but i will always
remember the times
we had.
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