| We shall let our songs drown
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| The rattle of the train
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| And the roaring of the crowd
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| We shall wet our throat with sticky dark wine
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| And toast this blood wedding so fine
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| To new horizons! |
| to a new dawn!
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| To a new and reckless generosity!
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| For this our land of the free
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| We shall win, die or betray and turn
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| In vain to write our name
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| In blood and in flowers of flame
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| All blind and gone astray
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| Our envy green as may
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| All smothered in wild flowers
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| We break the windows to breathe
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| That golden dawn is ours
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| For tonight hesitation is on leave
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| To wear god down
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| To flatten him out
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| To pray to no other
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| Parley with death
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| To bury the crown
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| To silence all lovers
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| We shall turn
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| In vain to write our name
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| In blood and in flowers of flame
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| All blind and gone astray
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| Our envy green as may
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| Schwerter zu rost herzen zu staub!
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| Dennoch die schwerter halten
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| Dennoch die herzen spalten
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| In vain to write our name
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| In blood and in flowers of flame
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| Swords to rust — hearts to dust
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| All blind and gone astray
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| Our envy green as may |