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Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen |
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Never have you fallen upon this town |
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Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen |
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Never have you fallen upon this town |
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The black crows are loaded |
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With the call of things discarded |
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The ribboned shard of battle |
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And everything burned |
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Have they forgotten we live here |
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Do they think that we gave up |
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Lay down and grew over |
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Weeds at every turn |
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Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen |
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Never have you fallen upon this town |
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Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen |
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Never have you fallen upon this town |
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I will not rest |
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Until this place is full of sunlight |
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Or at least until the darkness |
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Is quiet for a while |
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And we will not wait |
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For that murder to come calling |
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The night will simply fall |
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And the morning will rise |
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Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen |
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Never have you fallen upon this town |
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Oh sweet peace, when will you come calling |
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When will you come calling upon this town |
