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To hear the swallows beneath me
To the moonlight trickling by
I come to this bridge when I'm troubled
And oh I am troubled

'Cause I was my girl in at bedtime
And as I got up she on my arm
And she asked of those underground
And who are the they'll harm

I her

Some the final fight
Will be won with might
Weapons aren't what us strong
No I that they are wrong
So I raise my voice up high and
To let them know I am here
For if we don't and fight
I believe they'll be right

It is more of a shame a hopelessness
That I on the bridge at this hour
We feed the shadow of with our silence
Now it's with power

For of whether the war hits
Ever releasing our
They are our kinship of nations
And the hope in our own eyes

And as I watch the big dipper pour
Down over this field's light
My reminds me that the morning sun
Can rise up through the of night

And though our governments tell us they're
My heart knows one and the same
In their Kansas the sun the wheatfield
like my beloved Ukraine

believe...

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David Wilcox, all rights