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where was I on this disastrous saturday? |
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a saturday just as many of them before |
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a saturday, on which You wanted to live intensely |
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a saturday, on which You were to die |
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where was I when You needed me? |
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where was I when that train of tragedy was waiting for You? |
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where was I when that light vanished? |
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where was I when the fear crushed You? |
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where was I when the smoke killed You? |
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where was my hand which should have led You? |
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where was my hand which should have sheltered You? |
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where was my hand ... ? |
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where ... ? |
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I saw the mountain |
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the mountain that called You |
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the mountain, with all its glory |
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The mountain... all white! |
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I saw people with a smile on their faces |
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I saw the people in a different light |
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I saw glad people |
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I saw people forgetting... |
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but I also saw the tunnel with its gruesome gullet |
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the tunnel, pretending safety |
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the tunnel, leading upwards |
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the tunnel, dug by men |
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the tunnel, in which they died |
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my eyes donīt se You no more |
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they are filled with tears |
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my ears donīt hear You no more |
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though my heart beats fast |
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you are my son |
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no matter when |
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You are my son |
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no matter where |
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You are my son |
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(von Arthur Warias, sen.) |