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Sweet Child O'mine 
Medium
by Guns 'n Roses
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She's got a smile that it seems to me
me of memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and when I see her face
She me to that special place
And if I'd stare too
I'd probably down and cry
child o'
Sweet love of mine
She's got of the skies
As if they thought of
I hate to into those
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
o'
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o'
me of memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and when I see her face
She me to that special place
And if I'd stare too
I'd probably down and cry
child o'
Sweet love of mine
She's got of the skies
As if they thought of
I hate to into those
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
o'
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o'
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