.Passin' through these ruins
Mr Lincoln's train goin' by
Spilling smoke into these bloody fields
All the people stood and cried
Our tears are the same color>We can all hold hands and mourn
But me, I'm still asking myself
Why I'm not any freer than I was before
Mr Linco.
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