| 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
|
| And the brave keep falling to honor the names
|
| Of the ones who have gone before
|
| And the earth shall give new life to them
|
| But only the grass will grow once more
|
| The leaves of grass will not pass on
|
| Though the millstones grind them into dust
|
| For the earth shall give new life to them
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| But only the grass will grow once more |