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The leaves of grass will not pass on |
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Though the millstones grind them into dust |
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For the earth shall give life to them |
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But only the grass will grow once more |
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And the brave must fall to honor the names |
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Of the ones who have gone before |
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And the earth shall give new life to them |
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But only the grass will grow once more |
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If people could look into each other's eyes |
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What a wonderful place this world would be |
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All strife would end, we could start again |
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And dreams like these must not pass on |
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But the brave keep falling to honor the names |
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Of the ones who have gone before |
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And the earth shall give new life to them |
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But only the grass will grow once more |
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And the brave keep falling to honor the names |
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Of the ones who have gone before |
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And the earth shall give new life to them |
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But only the grass will grow once more |
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The leaves of grass will not pass on |
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Though the millstones grind them into dust |
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For the earth shall give new life to them |
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But only the grass will grow once more |
