Phil Ochs Quotes26 of 36 |
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In the green fields a turnin', a baby is bornHis cries crease the wind and mingle with the mornAn assault upon the order, the changing of the guardChosen for a challenge that is hopelessly hardAnd the only single sound is the sighing of the starsBut to the silence and distance they are sworn.
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