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

'Cause I was tucking my in at bedtime
And as I got up she on my arm
And she asked of those silos
And who are the people they'll

I her

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

It is of a shame than 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
releasing our skies
They are kiling our of nations
And the in our own children's eyes

And as I watch the big dipper blackness
Down over field's fading light
My daughter me that the morning sun
Can up through the darkest of night

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

believe...

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David Wilcox, all reserved