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Sweet child o' mine. don quixote lyrics seventeen Whoa, oh-oh-oh! Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes 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