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

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

I her

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

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

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

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

And though our governments tell us different
My heart knows one and the same
In Kansas the sun warms the wheatfield
Just like my Ukraine

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David Wilcox, all rights