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verse 1:
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I walk where once the grass was green.
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And mourn the lark that sings no more.
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What bird could sing whose eyes have seen.
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Broken blossoms on the field of war.
verse 2:
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And as they lie there in the sun.
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How unim-portant now it seems.
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Just who has lost and who has won.
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When with them have died so many dreams.
verse 3:
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They dreamed that endless hate would end.
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Un-ceasing fear one day would cease.
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They dreamed that foe would turn to friend.
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And e-ternal war would turn to peace.
verse 4:
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But who can say how many more.
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Will join these young and hopeful men.
(Slow >)
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In fields they've never seen be-fore.
/ (Break)
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Far from fields they'll never see a-gain.
Tab by: André H. Hofman, Purmerend, The Netherlands.
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