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The Peacock

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There's an answer for I'm called again
back in the sand just like those soldier-men
And even once, I fell down in the narrow lanes
On the ground I laid
and I would say
Infernal heat can't take the sound in here
Shake the trees, see what falls out of there
In a city where nobody hears
A bird call find, find winter's here again

Calls and sings, Berlin, Berlin
Among the camp, we're done with him
We'd shoot him down, but then, but then
Where should i, begin, begin?

He's the only one who knows the words
And he's the only one who knows the words
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