The children will dance, the children will sing
The children will spin, the children will bring
All the fruits of next year's spring
The children will dance, the children will sing
The children will laugh, the children will cry
The children will close, the children will pry
From the heart of the Reaper, soil of the rye
The children will laugh, the children will cry
The children are dancing, the children are singing
The children are laughing, the children are weeping
The children will be flowers until the eve of July
The children will laugh, the children will cry
The children are waiting
The children will die
The children are laughing
We begin to cry
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Author:
J.D (Pseudonym) (
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