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For whom do the bells toll
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When sentenced to die The stuttering rifles Will stifle the cry The
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monstrous anger The fear's rapid rattle A desert inferno Kids dying
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like cattle Don't tell me We're not prepared I've seen today's marine
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He's eighteen and he's eager He can be quite mean No mock'ries for
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them No prayers or bells The demented choirs The wailing of shells The
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boys holding candles On untraveled roads The fear spreads like fire As
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shrapnel explodes I think it's wrong To conscript our youth Against
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their will When plenty of our citizenry Really like to kill What sign
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posts will lead To armageddon's fires What bugles will call them From
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crowded grey shires The women sit quiet With death on their minds A
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slow dusk descending The drawing of blinds Make the hunters all line
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up It's their idea of fun And let those be forgiven Who never owned a
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gun Was it him or me Or the wailing of the dead The laughing soldiers
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Cast their lots And you can cut the dread.
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Anthem For Doomed Youth
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