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She borders the pavement |
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Flanks avenues |
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Parades pass white glove attended by |
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My mother the war |
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She'll raise a shaft |
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Lift a banner |
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Toss a rose |
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My mother the war |
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She's made every effort |
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To salvage the few |
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Bought fourteen liberty bonds |
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My mother the war |
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Mother the war |
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She knows every neighbor |
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Chats at their doors |
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Compare econosize electric appliances |
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My mother the war |
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Share tea and a seat |
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By my cradle with |
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My mother the war |
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Mother the war |
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Caressing the globe |
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Touch on his isle |
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She wrings hands in pensive waiting |
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My mother the war |
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Haunts her doorway |
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Begs her postman |
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Is there word for |
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My mother the war |
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Momentos of distant vigil |
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Three years each tour |
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"hands of god enfold him" prayed |
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My mother the war |
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Mother the war |
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In bitter defiance |
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She's spitting the corps |
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She's wet a brood short league for combat |
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My mother the war |
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Well acquainted with sorrow |
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Left millions in grief |
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My mother the war |
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Fold |
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Laced |
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Carrion |
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Blood |
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Soaked |
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Robes |
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Mother the war |
