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Empty Chairs

(Marius)

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and o~n .

Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the fla~me.

Here they sang about 'tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn

And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now !

The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion

On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are go~ne.

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on .

Phantom faces at the window .
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Phantom shadows on the floor..
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Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more .

Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
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What your sacrifice was fo~r

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will sing no more.