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August, 1965
August moon,
my August moon,
in the stillness of the fields
the bodies lie,
my August moon.
August moon,
my August moon,
nobody knows where,
nobody knows why,
my August moon.
August moon,
my August moon,
their tears are colder
than the frost can cry,
my August moon.
August moon,
my August moon,
forget if they live,
forgotten if they die,
my August moon.
August moon,
my August moon,
in the stillness of the fields
the bodies lie,
my August moon.
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