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“If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.”
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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As we walk, as we walk…
Many times we wane.
Each of us is waiting for morning.
We can stand on a level plane.
We got no faith, faith faith,
‘cept in these aimless jaundiced ways.
It drains, drains, casts out your dreams, yeah
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of love,
It’s tough, tough, tough, tough
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Sorrow and certain pain…
And there’s enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Honest, it’s crept to this man,
Such a question which answer demands.
Though we walk, to the same morning,
We dishonor one another, and that would be a sin.
Yet fate, fate, fate should have it…
That we all, in the end… end up the same…
The grave, the grave. It’s all such a dream.
It seems that we lie in wait…
For a harvest of trust…
Then the world would be just… just, just, just.
If we, we could read the secret history of our enemies,
We’d find in each, each life…
(We should find)
Tomorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities…
Sorrows and yesterdays…
That are the same enough… yeah
To disarm, disarm…
hostilities… Oh…
hostilities…
THERE’LL BE….
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
HOSTILITIES. THERE’LL BE,
NO….
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