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How long until the fires burn out
and when will Hell freeze over?
And endless fields of ashes of doubt
give way to fields of four-leafed clover?
And after the sky falls away
and burnt out stars rest at my feet
and all the birds fly into space
Will their songs still ring out sweet?
How long after the bombs ignite
like dominoes exploding
will cynics stand smugly in the blinding light,
fading fast to true foreboding?
After cracks in walls become canyons
and the buildings come tumbling down
Will the animals and people
be deafened by the sound?
And after all the rocks melt down
into pools of liquid flame
Will trees of stone stand rooted in the ground?
Like skeletons of a memory...Remain.
and when will Hell freeze over?
And endless fields of ashes of doubt
give way to fields of four-leafed clover?
And after the sky falls away
and burnt out stars rest at my feet
and all the birds fly into space
Will their songs still ring out sweet?
How long after the bombs ignite
like dominoes exploding
will cynics stand smugly in the blinding light,
fading fast to true foreboding?
After cracks in walls become canyons
and the buildings come tumbling down
Will the animals and people
be deafened by the sound?
And after all the rocks melt down
into pools of liquid flame
Will trees of stone stand rooted in the ground?
Like skeletons of a memory...Remain.
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