“Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.”

—  Neil Young

Ohio, from 4 Way Street (1971)
Song lyrics, With Crosby, Stills & Nash

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