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Summer skies are gone for ever |
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Nothing left but to remember |
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Morning leaves a bed of echoes |
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Tears of blood in weaping meadows |
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Can you see me, can you hear me |
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Can you leave me here in silence? |
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Drums and flags and trumpets playing |
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Armies in the night are praying |
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Hymns of hate to have their souls blessed |
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For the morning's blood shed harvest |
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Can you reach me, can you hold me |
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Can you leave me here in silence? |
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Take my children, golden children |
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Grow them, train them, cut them, kill them |
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For the justice of your Jesus |
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For the service of your leaders |
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Can you feel me, can you touch me |
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Can you leave me here in silence? |
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Innocence is gone forever |
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Nothing left but to remember |
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Autumn cracks the leaves of pity |
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Winter chokes the cries of mercy |
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Can you free me, can you love me |
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Can you leave me here in silence? |