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O'r the green mountains and |
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O'r the green valleys |
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I've walked through the country |
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And felt me an age |
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A people so strong |
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They resist for so long |
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The boundaries that hold them |
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Children can sing of |
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the coming of Spring |
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A young man can't defend |
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What he knows to be wrong |
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Women so strong |
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Needing peace for so long |
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The homelands lay broken |
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So the refugee walks such |
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a long lonely road |
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As the weak will die off |
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Make the young people old |
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To redeem a whole country |
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For selling its soul |
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To the bastions of war |
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So the refugee walks such |
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a long lonely road |
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As the weak will die off |
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Make the young people old |
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To redeem a whole country |
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For selling its soul |
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To the bastions of war |
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Weep a fresh tear for the mass graves |
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I fear won't be long |
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As the young perish fast the land |
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Wiping the tears from the young |
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Gifted years, the millions lay down |
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O'r the green mountains and |
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O'r the green valleys |
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I've walked through the country |
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And felt me an age |
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A people so strong |
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They resist for so long |
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The boundaries that hold them. |
