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If blood will flow,when flesh and steel are one |
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Drying in the colour of evening sun |
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Tomorrow's rain will wash the srains away ,but something in our mind will allways stay |
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Perhapsthis final act was meant to clinch a lifetime's argument |
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That nothing comes from violence and nothing never could |
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For all those born beneath an angry star,lest we forget how fragile we are. |
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On and on the rain will fall like tears from a star,like tears from a star. |
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On and on the rain will say how fragile we are,how fragile we are. |
