We'll be fighting in the streets With our children at our feet And the morals that they worship will be gone.. (8)
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?..
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The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter..