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In the fields a blackbird cries |
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And another star has died |
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Mothers wail and search for sons |
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Brothers and the child |
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Do you see through |
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The mist and rain |
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The mourners |
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Have arrived |
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In the field of blackbirds |
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See our tears collide |
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In the field of blackbirds |
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They all cry |
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Will the dawn and the morning sun |
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Come and bathe us in her light |
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Hear the beat of a heavy drum |
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As another flower dies |
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Do you see through |
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The mist and rain |
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The evidence |
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Of lies |
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Through the eyes of a child |
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See the crosses of white |
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Watch a silent display |
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Field of blackbirds parade |
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Was it all in our minds |
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Was the reason so right |
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Did they all have to die |
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Field of blackbirds parade |
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And in the field a blackbird cries |
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Echoing a dying rose |
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Someone stands and makes his mark |
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On a grave with a broken heart |
