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Mar 2016
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Little        
                                   ( the child )

as if from
A

Foreign Country

Free
                                            ( is the song )

We                        
                                   ­    all know so well

••

Come walk with me to the

Top of the Hill

::

Come now

( it's getting late )

//

Winds blow fresh and strong scents appear

Amid the gentle ladies

Who come here

With total gratitude

For your love



It is the time of war

WE ARE

THE PEACE

••••

Sing me your youth in a song that

Remains forever

In the heart

As seed

//


Gentle and kind and good


A real human being


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Written by
Jeffrey Robin  Yuba city. Cal
(Yuba city. Cal)   
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