| A ghost of a mist was on the field
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| The grey and the green together
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| The noise of a distant farm machine
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| Out of the first light came
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| A tattered necklace of hedge and trees
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| On the southern side of the hill
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| Betrays where the border runs between
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| Where Mary Dunoon’s boy fell
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| Easter here again
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| A time for the blind to see
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| Easter
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| Surely now can all of your hearts be free
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| Out of the port of Liverpool
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| Bound for the north of Ireland
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| The wash of the spray and horsetail waves
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| The roll of the sea below
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| And Easter here again
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| A time for the blind to see
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| Easter
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| Surely now can all of your hearts be free
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| What will you do?
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| Make a stone of your heart?
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| Will you set things right
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| When you tear them apart?
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| Will you sleep at night
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| With the plough and the stars alight?
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| What will you do?
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| With the wire and the gun?
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| That’ll set things right
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| When it’s said and done?
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| Will you sleep at night?
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| Is there so much love to hide?
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| Forgive
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| Forget
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| Sing 'never again' |