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This Blackbird Song
The sound of a clear Blackbird call Echoed through the trees and over the fields making me stop and fall Upon my knees his song followed on and on An angelic sound of music ‘twas the Blackbird song I cried tears and tears listening on and on The sounds of pure, crystal life; beauty found in this world of war where the madness of men goes on and on Through the smokey mist I could not see this beauty sing To me there was never on earth a more wonderful thing After days and nights of bullets, screaming, tears and bombs Hearing the crying fields through the restless nights as death lingers on and on Knowing for poor souls out there who’ll never make it back Dying afraid and alone; dying on their backs In my trench I wait for the next whistle call I see in the eyes of men that their souls are due to fall The rumbling war in the distance sings a dinging, disturbing song Down the lines of trench as fighting begins and goes on and on I find myself waiting for fate to play it’s hand When the whistle calls I struggle to find courage to again enter no-mans land I find myself waiting for the sounds of the Blackbird song......... Through tears I find some beauty in war listening to this dead mans’ song
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