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A rubbing of the sun appears in gold and deep etched clouds in blue Crayola sky and myself, as I looked at six years old, with bright, new copper pennies for my eyes.
I’m riding on a train; on a train through the rain; through the rain falling down; falling down to the ground. And little silver drops fall again and again and again without stop
1st Verse: Be a friend, be a friend to the stranger in the street. Be a friend, be a friend to everyone you meet. Be a friend, be a friend to the people at your work.
1st verse: Upon an island, far away, there lives the dove of peace; a symbol for all those who pray for violent wars to cease. Chorus: Over the land and sea, it flies
Remember wicked lies were told; remember lives were bought and sold; that young men, who now won’t grow old, died to fill rich men’s hands with gold. Remember now the slaughtered youth