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A ghost of a mist was on the field |
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The gray and the green together |
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The noise of a distant farm machine |
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Out of the first light came |
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A tattered necklace of hedge end trees |
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On the southern side of the hill |
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Betrays where the border runs between |
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Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell |
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Easter here again, a time for the blind to see |
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Easter, surely now, can all of your hearts be free |
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Out of the port of Liverpool |
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Bound for the North of Ireland |
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The wash of the spray and horsetail waves |
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The roll of the sea below |
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And Easter here again, a time for the blind to see |
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Easter, surely now, can all of your hearts be free |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Oh you know |
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What will you do |
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Make a stone of your heart? |
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Will you set things right |
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When you tear them apart? |
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Will you sleep at night |
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With the plough and the stars alight? |
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What will you do |
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With the wire and the gun? |
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That'll set things right |
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When it's said and done? |
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Will you sleep at night |
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Is there so much love to hide? |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Oh you know |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Oh you know |
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What will you do |
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Make a stone of your heart? |
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Will you set things right |
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When you tear them apart? |
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Will you sleep at night |
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Is there so much love to hide? |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
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Tu tu tu, tu tu tu tu |
