All the fires have been lit
The sacred songs are being sung again
Calling the young boys off to the hills
To join the revolutionary militias!!!
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All the fires
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And a soft and lovely child
Sees  the young boys off to the hills
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Listen to the sacred songs!
MAYBE THEY AREN'T AS SACRED AS THEY SEEMED
and THE FIRES  look
too well planned!
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And a soft and lovely child

Looks at the fires in the hills
And up above them

The stars
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I don't know just what you want
I'm trying to understand
Who you are
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Here I sit amid -----fire
The sacred song is in my ear
.
I and the lovely child
We

Singing softly
Below the stars