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My Nanna Nenny |
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My Nanna Nenny |
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Sitting in the
old armchair, Wrinkled face and formless stare, Her mind is full with lots of things, Like war and to hear the telephone ring, Her life has been a good life, Her memories all too real, These are the one thing nobody can steal. |
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