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Let your hearts be troubled |
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Sleep not too soft |
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Know your griefs have friends |
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Be still let grow your anger |
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Today will soon be here again |
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Tomorrow may take longer |
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Once upon a time a palace there was |
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And it was in winter |
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Oh the dark was bitter |
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Men came that day to see a prince |
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To ask him for some sunlight |
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Well the prince called his toy soldiers out |
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Can't you hear the guns |
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See men falling low |
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Their eyes like tunnels where they fell |
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Through those tunnels we must go |
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Three men, Gordon, Budowski and Pitoku |
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Wanted to meet, but, what could they do? |
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For Japan, Jamaica and Poland you see |
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Are far, far apart way over the sea |
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So here's what they did, they got themselves dead |
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One by gun, one by rope, one by losing his head |
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And that's how they met |
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But wasn't that silly? |
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We learn from the story that freedom is falling |
