I saw there in the field
Far away from town
The people were killed
I saw the horses in the dust
I saw there in the filed
Far away from town
They whipped the plants
I heard the shots in an empty distance
I saw there in the field
Far away from town
Saw people trembling
Shivering with fear
I heard them whispering
‘In France, they say, only pianists are shot.’
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