Wish you were here, Пинк Флойд

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a leading role in a cage?

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