Rura
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. . .Skar the fire son
Pet the smiling one
Woo the sleeping one
Ró the crying one
Hú-hviss my little one
Ró-ró my crying one
Ligg-ligg my tired one
Ruraß sleeping one .´´
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the ´.warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away .
Past the hills, pas. .t the day
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day ■■²
. . .Skar the fire son
Pet the smiling one
Woo the sleeping one
Ró the crying one
Hú-hviss my little one
Ró-ró my crying one
Ligg-ligg my tired one
Ruraß sleeping one .´´
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Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the ´.warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away .
Past the hills, pas. .t the day
Touch a feal, you blind a must
Soft the skin of the warmest rust
Cause nothing blows in the faraway
I go away, go away
Past the hills, past the day ■■²