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In a green hallow where a river sings |
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Tiny valley where the blue bells ring |
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There's a young soldier under the clouds |
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His mouth is open and the light rains down |
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And the light rains down |
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And the crows come round |
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To the two red holes |
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In his right side, oh |
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In his right side, oh |
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Sleeping in the sun his hand on his breast |
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Nape of his neck in the blue watercress |
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He's just a kid and he never knew |
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He would be the sleeper in the valley so soon |
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So soon, so soon |
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And the crows they swoon |
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At the two red holes |
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In his right side, oh |
