Let your hearts be troubled
Sleep not too soft
Know your griefs have friends
Be still let grow your anger
Today will soon be here again
Tomorrow may take longer

Once upon a time a palace there was
And it was in winter
Oh the dark was bitter
Men came that day to see a prince
To ask him for some sunlight
Well the prince called his toy soldiers out

Can't you hear the guns
See men falling low
Their eyes like tunnels where they fell
Through those tunnels we must go

Three men, Gordon, Budowski and Pitoku
Wanted to meet, but, what could they do?
For Japan, Jamaica and Poland you see
Are far, far apart way over the sea
So here's what they did, they got themselves dead
One by gun, one by rope, one by losing his head
And that's how they met
But wasn't that silly?
We learn from the story that freedom is falling...

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