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SOL
Let them in Peter
RE
For they are very tired
MIm
Give them couches where the angels sleep
DO
And light those fires
SOL
Let them wake whole again
RE
To brand new dawns
MIm DO
Fired by the sun Not war-times bloody guns
SOL
May their peace be deep
RE
Remember where the broken bodies lie
MIm DO
God knows how young they were To have to die
SOL RE
Well God knows how young they were To have to die
SOL
Give them things they like
RE
Let them make some noise
MIm
Give dance hall bands not golden harps
DO
To these our boys
SOL
Let them love Peter
RE
For they've had no time
MIm
They should have bird songs and trees
DO
And hills to climb
SOL
The taste of summer
RE
And a ripened pear
MIm
And girls sweet as meadow wind
DO
And flowing hair
SOL
And tell them how they are missed
RE
But say not to fear
MIm DO
It's gonna be all right
SOL
With us down here
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