| The threat, so dark on the horizon
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| Seemed far too strong to fight.
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| The only hope, we thought, was running
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| Under cover of the night
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| But we disdained to follow,
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| To leave the life we knew.
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| So we stayed, and they betrayed us
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| When they flew
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| Those who refused to stay
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| Are slaves to a different way.
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| They fear every dawning day.
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| What did they hope to find:
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| Passage or peace of mind?
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| Are these what they left behind?
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| The danger passed for us who met it,
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| But some did not survive
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| The ones who stayed do not regret it,
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| The slain or the alive.
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| But those who left are doomed to wander,
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| To flee the hated foe.
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| Though the menace is no longer,
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| They don’t know.
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| Those who refused to stay
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| Are slaves to a different way.
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| They fear every dawning day.
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| What did they hope to find:
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| Passage or peace of mind?
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| Are these what they left behind?
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| Though they say it’s best to live to fight another day,
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| You can’t prolong your life with delay.
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| The menace, dark on the horizon
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| Seemed far too strong to fight,
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| But still our hope, we knew, was holding,
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| Pitting passion versus might.
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| So we would never follow,
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| Or leave the way we knew.
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| And had they stayed, they might have also
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| Made it through
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| Those who refused to stay
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| Are slaves to a different way.
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| They fear every dawning day.
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| What did they hope to find:
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| Passage or peace of mind?
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| Are these what they left behind? |