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Born on the plains, a farmer's sons |
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and brothers the same,raised on promises... |
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we'd stay that way. |
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As boys we believed, summers at the sea |
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we were free to become men of good will... |
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side by side. |
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And we were children then,foot prints in the sand |
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And where the ocean bends, we made our promises... |
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He knows. |
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Duty soon called, 1943 we enrolled, |
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together we would be our family's pride... |
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And we were soldiers then,our bodies in the sand |
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And like that sand through our hands, |
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go our grandest plans. |
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And just to see your face for one moment, |
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I'd cross the ocean again, the end... is not the end. |
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And I'll be by your side, on the other side |
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And I'll be by your side, on the other side |
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And through the cloud of death, |
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we find our way back home. |
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And though I hold your hand, |
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all must go alone. |
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And when you see the face of our Maker, |
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you don't have to be ashamed, |
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He knows the promises we made. |
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And I'll be by your side, on the other side. |
