| Summer skies are gone for ever
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| Nothing left but to remember
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| Morning leaves a bed of echoes
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| Tears of blood in weaping meadows
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| Can you see me, can you hear me
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| Can you leave me here in silence?
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| Drums and flags and trumpets playing
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| Armies in the night are praying
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| Hymns of hate to have their souls blessed
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| For the morning’s blood shed harvest
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| Can you reach me, can you hold me
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| Can you leave me here in silence?
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| Take my children, golden children
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| Grow them, train them, cut them, kill them
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| For the justice of your Jesus
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| For the service of your leaders
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| Can you feel me, can you touch me
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| Can you leave me here in silence?
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| Innocence is gone forever
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| Nothing left but to remember
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| Autumn cracks the leaves of pity
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| Winter chokes the cries of mercy
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| Can you free me, can you love me
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| Can you leave me here in silence? |