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Up on the hill |
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I see it begin, |
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Marking the heroes where they fall, |
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In the stone, in the stone the names of those who have gone; |
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And over the river, there is a place, |
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Where they remember boys and men, |
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Widows talk, widows talk of all that they could have been; |
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We can hear you, we can hear you whisper our names; |
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We can see you, we can see you reading our names; |
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Up here in heaven, we stand together, |
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Both the enemy and the friend, 'till the end of time, |
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Up here in heaven, we are forever, |
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There is only on |
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God up here, for all of the world; |
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What of the children caught in the war, |
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How can we tell them what it's for, |
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When they cry, when they cry are voices heard anymore? |
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Are you listening, are you listening men of the war? |
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There is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for; |
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Up here in heaven, we stand together, |
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Both the enemy and the friend, 'till the end of time, |
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Up here in heaven, we are forever, |
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There is only one |
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God up here, for all of the world; |
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There is only one |
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God up here, the |
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God of the world. |
