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I saw you walking away from the battlefield Through the clearing smoke to the other side Lay down your weary head And gazing up two ocean birds are wheeling, turning Paekakariki Beach on the other side By the green of the hills and the rolling tide I lay down in the ashen sand And high above the ocean birds were wheeling, turning, circling, flying And you have seen too much Too many causes lost and won The wild desires all drowned in the seven seas And so we walk away from the battlefield Through the clearing smoke to the other side Lay down in the morning sun and high above the ocean birds are wheeling, turning, circling, flying... From Letras Mania