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Market Day in

My children played a skipping
On market day in
On market day before they
Before came to Guernica.

I my soul but cannot start
to forgiveness in my heart.
My little ones no play
In on market day.

My father his linen suit
On day in Guernica
He always the finest fruit
Before came to Guernica

Now no way to let him know
How much I and miss him so
I watched as he was blown
In on market day.

All away

My children played a game
On day in Guernica
On market day they came
they came to Guernica.

I search my but cannot start
To forgiveness in my heart.
My little ones no longer play in
On day.