| My body? |
| Oh, if I could choose
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| I would to ashes it reduce
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| Let’s hope the fading flowers then
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| Would come to life and bloom again
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| This is my last and final will:
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| Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill
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| My will is easy to decide
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| For there is nothing to divide
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| My kin don’t need to fuss and moan
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| «Moss does not cling to a rolling stone.»
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| My body? |
| Oh, if I could choose
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| I would to ashes it reduce
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| And let the merry breezes blow
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| My dust to where some flowers grow
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| Let’s hope the fading flowers then
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| Would come to life and bloom again
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| This is my last and final will:
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| Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill
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| My body? |
| Oh, if I could choose
|
| I would to ashes it reduce
|
| Let’s hope the fading flowers then
|
| Would come to life and bloom again
|
| This is my last and final will:
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| Good luck to all of you, Joe Hill
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| My body? |
| Oh, if I could choose
|
| I would to ashes it reduce
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| Let’s hope the fading flowers then
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| Would come to life and bloom again… |