<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=87715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forgotten Years</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son<br>Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long<br>Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns<br>These are the yrs between<br>These are the yrs that were hard fought and won<br>Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears<br>Seasons of war and peace, these should not be forgotten yaers<br>Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics<br>How many dreams remain? this is a feeling too strong to contain<br>The hardest years, the darkest yrs, the roarin yrs, the fallen yrs<br>These should not be forgotten yrs<br>The hardest yrs, the wildest yrs, the desperate and divided yrs<br>We will remember, these should not be forgotten yrs<br>Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames<br>This is the calm we breathe, this is a feeling too strong to contain<br>Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics<br>Signatures stained with tears, who can remember<br>Weve got to remember<br>The hardest...<br>Forsaking aching breaking yrs, the time and tested heartbreak yrs<br>These should not be forgotten yrs<br>The blinded yrs, the binded yrs, the desperate and divided yrs<br>These should not be forgotten yrs, remember<br>(hirst/moginie)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Midnight Oil - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=87715" data-title="Forgotten Years" data-description="Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long Our sons will never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns These are the yrs between These are the yrs that wer..."></div> </div> </div>

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