| Sons of the thief, sons of the saint
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| Who is the child with no complaint
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| Sons of the great or sons unknown
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| All were children like your own
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| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
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| The cries at night, the nightmare fears
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| Sons of the great or sons unknown
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| All were children like your own…
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| So long ago, long long ago…
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| But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
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| All of the children ran from your arms
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| Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
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| All of the children vanished too soon
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| In tow’ring waves, in walls of flesh
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| Among dying birds trembling with death
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| Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
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| All of the children ran from your arms…
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| So long ago, long long ago…
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| But sons of your sons or sons passing by
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| Children we lost in lullabies
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| Sons of true love or sons of regret
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| All of the sons you cannot forget
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| Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
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| Some went to war, some never came home
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| Sons of your sons or sons passing by
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| Children we lost in lullabies…
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| So long ago, long long ago
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| But, sons of the thief, sons of the saint
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| Who is the child with no complaint
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| Sons of the great or sons unknown
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| All were children like your own
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| The same sweet smiles, the same sad tears
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| The cries at night, the nightmare fears
|
| Sons of the great or sons unknown
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| All were children like your own… |