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Someone’s selling garden roses down the square,
People gathering by to breathe the morning air,
But no one sees the bitter cold and shivering empty hands.
schoolgirl running by and trying to beat the bell,
People dropping, tossing coins in wishing wells,
But no one cares for dreams that don’t fit into our world.
Chorus:
Maybe nightfall
Darkens skies
And maybe teardrops stain our eyes,
But may the slightest light start a fire.
soldier in the hands of a forgotten mess
Digging out the burning bullets in his chest,
So eager, bold and noble – printing footsteps on this earth.
Chorus:
And maybe nightfall
Darkens skies
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And maybe teardrops stain our eyes,
But may the slightest light start a fire,
Start a fire.
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But may the slightest light
Start a fire.