Wednesday 10 December 2008 photo 1/3
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There's a field nearby
With words written in stone
My love will not die
Please let it be known
This place is dead
It echoes through town
There isn't one voice
I haven't heard a sound
The planes flew in
Their bombs did too
The city fell flat
The fires, they grew
When the smoke comes in
It'll color this town
There's a field nearby
With words written in stone
My love will not die
Please let it be known
This place is dead
It echoes through town
There isn't one voice
I haven't heard a sound
The planes flew in
Their bombs did too
The city fell flat
The fires, they grew
When the smoke comes in
It'll color this town
Annons