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Sometimes it seems to me that soldiers |
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While fighting on the battlefields did not die |
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No longer they lie under the cold ground |
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But are white storks flying free across the sky |
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They're still there from wars long ago forgotten |
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Still flying there I hear their mournful cries |
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Is taht why I'm often feeling so sad |
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And silent while looking at the skies? |
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Forever flying flying the tired skein |
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Through the fog we make their weary way |
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And there whithin the wedge a small space |
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It may be a place for me one day |
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And amongst the other storks you'll see me sometimes |
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Gliding like a ghost you'll hear the sound |
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Of me calling like a bird under the grey clouds |
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To all of you I left upon the ground |
