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You the mothers who sent your sons |
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Wipe away your tears |
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For those who fought and those who fell |
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Become our sons as well. |
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You the warriors with your words |
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Throw away your spears |
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You talk of times of peace for all |
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And then prepare for war. |
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All the people with dreams, all mothers with sons |
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All people with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns. |
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Like a child that's born on a moonless night |
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Like a child that's born, we parachute down to an unknown fight. |
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This city of blossom and blood |
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This city suffered more than it should |
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These sidewalk silhouettes not washed away, not washed away. |
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Whatever you've done, whatever you've done, whatever you've done. |
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There's a hope in the heart says never again. |
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Whatever you say, whatever you say, whatever you say |
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It's the price of peace to remember that day. |
