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Woke this morning, the war was over |
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The radio was singing love songs |
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Saw the smiles upon the soldiers |
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Coming home across the fields |
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The calendar said first of August |
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Romance and promises of summer days |
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I strolled unclothed into the garden |
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To feel the warm sun on my face |
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The saving of the human race |
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Jets at dawn trail across the sky |
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Silver birds writing words for airman's wives |
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Who down below hang the washing out to dry |
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Frilly briefs and flying helmets in a line |
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Jets at dawn, writing in the sky |
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Silver planes |
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(Vapor trails) |
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Drawing Coca-Cola signs |
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To advertise above the cities and the towns |
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Flying high across the sea beyond the clouds |
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Said goodbye to the others |
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The old musicians of the past |
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Said hello to the young things |
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Oh, your songs are here to sing at last |
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Drank the wine of the new vine |
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Growing wild inside my heart |
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I saw the future age had risen |
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Time to make a brand new start |
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Time to see beyond the dark |
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Jets at dawn, trails across the sky |
