| Up on the hill I see it begin,
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| Marking the heroes where they fall,
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| In the stone, in the stone the names of those who have gone;
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| And over the river, there is a place,
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| Where they remember boys and men,
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| Widows talk, widows talk of all that they could have been;
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| We can hear you, we can hear you whisper our names;
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| We can see you, we can see you reading our names;
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| Up here in heaven, we stand together,
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| Both the enemy and the friend, 'till the end of time,
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| Up here in heaven, we are forever,
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| There is only on God up here, for all of the world;
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| What of the children caught in the war,
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| How can we tell them what it’s for,
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| When they cry, when they cry are voices heard anymore?
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| Are you listening, are you listening men of the war?
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| There is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for;
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| Up here in heaven, we stand together,
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| Both the enemy and the friend, 'till the end of time,
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| Up here in heaven, we are forever,
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| There is only one God up here, for all of the world;
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| There is only one God up here, the God of the world. |