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You can hear the boy's cry at night If you listen carefully you will He's looking for his mother, she's gone away Her arms is what he's longing to feel He's got a teddy bear in his arms, that little boy Which he has saved from harm and theft Won't let it go, he really loves that toy It's the only thing he's got left It sometimes gets a bit cold at night He needs a blanket to cover his eyes He's only a child, he can't drift to sleep The boy is scared, the boy just cries So sometimes you can hear the boy's cry He'll be forever a child yet still so brave But only if you listen carefully and try As now the boy only cries in his grave (c) Kettercat, 2003