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The sun shines
On the cities and on the fields
Far away, a farmer
Follows his plow singing
Two gentlemen
Talking about hunting and dogs
In an American bar
Drinkin' morning whiskey
A blue child
In his white wooden cradle
Closing his innocent eyes
Dies very softly
The Seine bends
Under the bellies of the barges
On the bank, two children
Embrace each other smiling
A hundred miners shout
Under the weight of a continent
Up there, a regiment passes by
There will be ten survivors
The sun shines
On the cities and on the fields