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          A LITTLE GUY CALLED JOE

    In a war torn land of poverty,some where across the sea
    There's a little guy whose waiting who looks a lot like me
    His hair is like a raven or the wings of a crow
    I don't know what they named him ,but I'm sure they call him Joe

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    Just a little guy called Joe like so many more I know
    Left all alone somewhere across the sea
    I want him to have my name,little Joe is mine to claim
    This little guy call Joe belongs to me

    His mother died to give him birth,the night my orders came
    I wanted to be with him but war's an evil thing
    Now he won't recognize me,but I've got to let him know
    That he means much more to someone,than just a little called Joe