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29 lines
598 B
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Fields are pitted
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Fields are pitted
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Orphaned look at the sky
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For many years in a row
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Owner of the house was not.
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And somewhere waiting for his spring
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bird talk
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Yes stole his war,
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The forest, of the mountains.
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Why did you do, war,
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Field of rye field of battle?
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Earth fire burned
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Every scrap of wounded
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Land plowed for many days
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Tanks shells yes
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It was only sagebrush rose on it
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With swans near ..
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Smelled gunpowder Plot
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She had forgotten the smell of bread
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And she would be warm rain
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And the blue sky
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Yes, to the far side
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Under its sunsets
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Home from the war to return
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Russian soldiers in 1968 .. |