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In the bus, soft Spring light through the soft Turkish rain
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Every inch we speed across was once fought for, broken and stained
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We’re heading down for Canakkele in the gathering rain.
We’re travelling through the cascading hills, to our mythical coast
Those who once shot at our grandfathers now our hosts
The ground’s full of bones, but no need now for hiding from ghosts
In the Spring in a bus on our way down to Canakkele town
My thoughts glide beyond myths and into the shared here and now
To cross old divides deep into the heart of Canakkele town
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