Текст песни These Are the Changes - Ray Wilson

'24 month ago and yesterday in the memory of America
The centre of New York city became a battlefield
And a graveyard and the symbol of an unfinished war'

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These are the changes the day brings us
These ate the changes the brings
These are the changes the day brings us
These are the changes

'Like it or not we live in times of danger and uncertainty
That is way he lived
That is what he leaves us
My brother need not be idolised
Or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life
Be remembered simply as a good and decent man
Who saw wrong and tried to right it
Saw suffering and tried to heal it
Saw war and tried to stop it'

'We must recognise that ending the war
Is only the first step towards building the peace
All parties must now see to it that this is a peace that lasts'

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These are the changes the day brings us
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'I have asked for this radio and television time tonight
For the purpose of announcing that we today have concluded
An agreement to end the war
And bring peace with honour in Vietnam'

Know me, see me, try to understand me
Why, you ask

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These are the changes the day brings us
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These are the changes the day brings us
These are the changes

'I know that over the years many of you have seen
The pictures and news clips of the wall that divides
Berlin, but believe me, no American who sees first
Hand, the concrete and mortar, the guard posts, the
Machine gun towers, the dog rans and the barbed
Wire can ever again take for granted his or her
Freedom or the precious gift that is America.'