My name is Sarah, I was born in 1892, in a little town, in Poland
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The name is Vasilishok
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I take the first breath in
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I hear a name called out
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An open story is there
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Hidden in the sound
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It washes over me
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In waves of time
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Yes we had a large garden. We planted sweet potatoes, corn, and green beans and all kinds of vegetables. we had cows and hogs
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What for?
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What for?
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Cause back then when people worked in the mill
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They didn't make much money so they had to grow their own food
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I invite the old ways in
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And let them walk around
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I keep the air clean
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So I can hear the quietest voices
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They start to rumble in
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And swirl around
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They speak of worlds gone by
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And soon to come
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Worlds gone by
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We came to the United States, from New York to Chicago
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And soon to come
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We did not have a lot of money back then
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You couldn't, you couldn't do things like y'all do now, back when I was growing up
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I can hear it
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There's an echo in me
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I can feel it
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And still
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Somedays I sit down in silence
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There is a peace to be known
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The sound still grows
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It still grows
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The sound still grows
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And I can hear it
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There's an echo in me
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I can feel it
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There's an echo in me
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Well, time goes on, little by little all the family came here
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We were all together, isn't it wonderful?
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