| He was a man just a simple man
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| His thoughts and pleasures were few
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| His bread he shared with his father
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| That was the life that he knew
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| And how the snow fell in Kiev today
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| And how the wind drove the mourners away
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| Now there is only one man at the grave of Davorian
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| And this man’s heart is to heavy to pray
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| He was a man just a simple man
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| Died at the place of his birth
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| His tombstone shared by the family
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| A silent place on the earth
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| An old man stands by the side of the grave
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| And this man’s heart is too heavy to pray
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| For he is numb with the pain
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| Of the love that he couldn’t share
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| Until he died there in Kiev today
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| He was a man just a simple man
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| Died at the place of his birth
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| His tombstone shared by the family
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| A silent place on the earth
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| An old man stands by the side of the grave
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| And this man’s heart is to heavy to pray
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| For he is numb with the pain
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| Of the love that he couldn’t share
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| And two men died there in Kiev today |