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Father Holding his fingers I walked miles and mile

Father Holding his fingers
I walked miles and miles.
Gazed every corner
Sitting on his shoulders
Being an innocent child.
Under his shelter
Peace I found.
Father Holding his fingers
I walked miles and miles.
Gazed every corner
Sitting on his shoulders
Being an innocent child.
Under his shelter
Peace I found.