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35 lines
878 B
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cranes
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It seems to me sometimes that the soldiers,
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With no blood came fields,
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Not in this land perished once,
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A turned into white cranes.
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They are to this day from the time of the distant
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Fly and provide us vote.
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Not because l so often and sadly
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We'll shut up, looking into the sky?
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Flies, flying wedge tired in the sky -
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Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
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And in the ranks there is a gap small -
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Perhaps, this is the place for me!
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The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
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I swim in the same blue-gray haze,
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From beneath a bird calling out of heaven
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All of you who are left on the ground.
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Contractor omitted:
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Today, sometimes late afternoon,
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I see a blur cranes
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Flying their specific systems,
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As people across the fields they walked.
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They fly, accomplishes his way long
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And call out someone's name.
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Is it because a cry of cranes
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From century Avar it similar? |