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Nodding though, the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground |
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To and fro, she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale |
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Weeping yarn from |
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Algiers, weeping yarn from |
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AlgiersWeaving though, the eyes are pale, what will rend, will also mend |
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The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end |
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For we're marching toward |
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Algiers, for we're marching toward |
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AlgiersLullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby a broken song |
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Oh, the cradle was our call, when it rocked we carried on |
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And we marched on toward |
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Algiers, for we're marching for |
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AlgiersWe're still marching for |
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Algiers, marching, marching for |
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AlgiersNot to hail a barren sky, sifting cloth is weeping red |
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The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed |
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In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms |
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We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on |
