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For that guy
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Today I get up before dawn,
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I pass on a wide field.
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Something with my memory has become,
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All that was not me, I remember.
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Raindrops beat down his cheeks sunken,
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For twenty years, the universe is not enough.
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Even I was not familiar with the Man
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Promise - I'll be back, Mom.
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A prairie grass
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It smells of bitterness,
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Young wind green.
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We wake up,
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And rumbles over midnight
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Whether the storm,
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Whether an echo of the past war.
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We wake up,
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And rumbles over midnight
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Whether the storm,
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Whether an echo of the past war.
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Promises to be a long spring,
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Waits selected grain cropland.
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And I live in the land of good
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For myself and for the guy.
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I'm on the severity of such gorblyus,
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But you can not live differently if
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All calls me his voice,
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All the sounds of his song is with me.
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A prairie grass
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It smells of bitterness,
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Young wind green.
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We wake up,
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And rumbles over midnight
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Whether the storm,
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Whether an echo of the past war.
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We wake up,
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And rumbles over midnight
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Whether the storm,
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Whether an echo of the past war.
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