both are sure to come

                                                           ­                  ( be ready )

()

The grandma rocks the baby in loving arms

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If

We don't go to War anymore

Perhaps we shall be conquered

If

We don't go to War anymore

Perhaps there shall be peace

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She came in a blaze of night

She said  -- from a distant star

Her eyes were full of fire

She held a Cross-bow long and golden

••

Perhaps the only thing that we can do

Is meditate and tell the truth

••

We see our         scars

(         We only got one mind

We only got one        heart      )


What have we got left to lose ?

//

//

Me ?

I'm going with that girl

( You know

The one from the the distant star )

The one with the Cross-bow

long and golden

//

Death and re-birth

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The baby held rocking in her grandma's arms