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Break of Dawn |
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Tears in the morning |
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Her weeping lasts long |
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And I pass |
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The iron gateway |
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The birch in the garden |
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Bent down with its branches |
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Shivering |
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In a breezy wind |
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And I know about her shattered dreams |
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And hidden doubts, and hidden fears |
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And I know about her shattered dreams |
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And hidden doubts, and hidden fears |
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My feet carry on |
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To the fields of disgrace |
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Where the cold winds blow |
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Where the crosses grow |
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Wreaths of oak-leaves |
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Are silently withering |
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Torn apart |
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Lost in the dark |
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And I know about their shattered dreams |
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And hidden doubts, and hidden fears |
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And now I know about their shattered dreams |
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And hidden lies, and hidden fears |
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I gaze through the twilight |
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In fields of despair |
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Unaware of pain |
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In the falling rain |
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The birch trees remind me |
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Of the one in the garden |
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Marbled graceful towers |
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With sulphur flowers |
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And I fall at the break of dawn |
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And comrades fade with faces torn |
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And I fall at the break of dawn |
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And comrades fade with faces torn |
