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Gentle little mockingbird, whistle me your tune.
I'll listen near the Sk-ku-ra, while the flowers are in bloom.
Sing to me a gentle song, next to flowers pink and red.
This subtle song will calm my soul, while my people all lay dead.
The cold man comes with whip in hand, he captures all who live.

Through torment, toil, and lack of bread, never will I give in.
He'll train me like a savage dog, and treat me like his slave.
But I know your tune and with this song, I'll remember to be brave.
Your song will save me mockingbird, your tune will keep me sane.
As years go on I'll keep my face, and pray to be free again.

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Gentle little mockingbird, whistle me your tune.
I'll listen near the Sk-ku-ra, while the flowers are in bloom.
Sing to me a gentle song, next to flowers pink and red.
This subtle song will calm my soul, while my people all lay dead.
The cold man comes with whip in hand, he captures all who live.

Through torment, toil, and lack of bread, never will I give in.
He'll train me like a savage dog, and treat me like his slave.
But I know your tune and with this song, I'll remember to be brave.
Your song will save me mockingbird, your tune will keep me sane.
As years go on I'll keep my face, and pray to be free again.