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To the swallows roosting beneath me
To hear the trickling by
I down to this 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 underground silos
And who are the people harm

I her

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

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

For of whether the war hits
releasing our skies
They are kiling our kinship of
And the in our own children's eyes

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

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

believe...

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David Wilcox, all reserved