Grandma’s wrinkled hands
I kiss Grandma’s wrinkled hands My little head Becomes a hundred years old.
I kiss Grandma’s wrinkled hands My little head Becomes a hundred years old.
The clouds outdistance me The birds fly faster away Alone on the grass I lie
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