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(Lars Glasø)

No peace ahead’, the old man said

I remember his curse, “it will be worse!”

Ocean on the horizon, blue sky above

Green trees in the forest, but no sign of a dove


Blistering chaos and a terrible noise

A place to hide a most unlikely choice

The agonies of children, too hard to bear

What happened to our neighbor, did no one care?


It’s getting darker now, the air is filled with fear

The problem is our neighbor,

who doesn’t seem to care

Women must take action, mitigate dissatisfaction

They are the ones who can make us put down the guns


Hush, little baby, don't you cry,

just start watching the sky

The clouds are disappearing,

the sun is breaking through

And it’s all over now, baby blue

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