| And it burned, driven by the wind
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| And freedom walked without a name
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| Through poppy fields and Remembrance Days
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| And the words hung like winter in the air
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| Now that the War is over
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| Now that the truth is told
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| Now that the War is over
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| On a white horse, clothes were stained with blood
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| On the battlefield with eyes of flaming fire
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| Standing in the sun, cried aloud to all around
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| Come together, come gather around the fire
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| Come together
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| Now that the war is over
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| Now that the truth is told
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| Now that the war is over
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| Put your hand in the hands of love
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| To the community of faith from the source of imitation
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| (Put your hand in the hands of love)
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| Free from the burden of association
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| (Put your hand in the hands of love)
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| The ground was shining with revelations
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| (Put your hand in the hands of love)
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| Free from the burden of association
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| (Put your hand in the hands of love)
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| Now that the War is over
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| Put your hand in the hands of love |