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There's tombstone in a snowy field |
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Close by an old ghost town |
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The epitaph's been weather-blown away |
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There's a bell tower where petitions peeled |
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It's been half torn down |
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But it must have softened every soul |
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That came to pray |
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There's a schoolhouse full of broken glass |
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And wounded walls |
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The rusty swings like derelicts |
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Sleeping in the weeds |
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There's a picture graduation class |
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Staring down deserted halls' |
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The Hope of '44' is what it reads |
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It's just as if some restless wind |
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Blew their dreams away far away |
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It's just as if those dreams |
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Had never been, no |
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I feel their ghosts around me now |
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I hear them say |
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They've come back home |
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To dream those dreams again |
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They've come back home |
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To dream those dreams again |
