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Vian Izak

My sweet love watched the air raids
As the streets of London are not safe

And I wish that we could escape
As the beat of the drum keeps on its place

My sweet love watched the air raids
As the streets of London are not safe

And I wish that we could escape
As the beat of the drum keeps on its place

My sweet love watched the air raids
As the streets of London are not safe

And I wish that we could escape
As the beat of the drum keeps on its place