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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, sons unknown
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All were children like your own...
But sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms
Through fields of gold, through fields of ruin
All of the children vanished too soon
In tow'ring waves, in walls of flesh
Among dying birds trembling with death
Sons of tycoons or sons of the farms
All of the children ran from your arms...
But sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies
Sons of true love or sons of regret
All of the sons you cannot forget
Some built the roads, some wrote the poems
Some went to war, some never came home
Sons of your sons or sons passing by
Children we lost in lullabies...
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