Canta un trozo de una Canción

We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone.. (8)

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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?..
 
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter..

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