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I always cry during this song. It's almost impossible not to knowing the history behind it.
Two best friends shot dead at Lexington. Ms. Lowell finding her son right off.
And Ms. Pickett... searching not a half hour for her son-- a half night.
But no, the son had crawled off the green, into the forest before he died.
My eyes are open-- is that you I hear calling in the tall grass near by? Look sharp! Mama! Come here, before I do die.
I'll close your eyes my Billy, them eyes that cannot see. And I'll bury you my Billy, beneath the maple tree. And never again will your whisper tell me-- hey, hey! Oh Mama, look sharp.
Oh god.
We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal with certain inalienable rights that among these are life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness.
They're reading the declaration.. Oh god! How far have they gotten?
.. To render the army...
Wow. I love 1776.
Two best friends shot dead at Lexington. Ms. Lowell finding her son right off.
And Ms. Pickett... searching not a half hour for her son-- a half night.
But no, the son had crawled off the green, into the forest before he died.
My eyes are open-- is that you I hear calling in the tall grass near by? Look sharp! Mama! Come here, before I do die.
I'll close your eyes my Billy, them eyes that cannot see. And I'll bury you my Billy, beneath the maple tree. And never again will your whisper tell me-- hey, hey! Oh Mama, look sharp.
Oh god.
We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal with certain inalienable rights that among these are life, liberty, and the persuit of happiness.
They're reading the declaration.. Oh god! How far have they gotten?
.. To render the army...
Wow. I love 1776.