| While I open my eyes
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| Mother’s face looks grave and gloomy
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| As an old candlelight
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| Withered morning-glory
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| If only I could have picked your soul
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| With this picture of you
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| I remember your smile
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| When you sang me this song
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| «As the men are falling down and down
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| We the children stand straight «We are no longer sons
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| We are no longer daughters
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| We rise above all
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| And we stand above petty quarrels
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| I still see my poor brothers lying on a pool of blood
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| I can still hear the mothers-in-mourning weeping voices
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| Refusing to be comforted because they are no more
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| Who could give this vile order which out-Herods Herod?
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| «As the men are falling down and down
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| We the children stand straight «The end of all things as a legacy?
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| We can’t believe our voices ascend for nothing
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| (We the children) We the sacrificed
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| (all in this together) We the «no future»
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| We will all get through this together
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| We will all stand and face the consequences
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| «As the men are falling down and down
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| We the children stand straight «The end of all things as a legacy?
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| We can’t believe our voices ascend for nothing
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| (We the children) We the sacrificed
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| (all in this together) We the «no future»
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| We will all get through this together
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| We will all stand and face the consequences |