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So many gave their blood, |
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But all have died in the mud. |
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For what they call their nation. |
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Or sometime for their own salvation |
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This soil where we passed away |
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Remains since that sad day |
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The place where us, forsaken |
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Will always stand for the fallen |
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Our swords pointing to the sky |
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We're the ones that none dare defy |
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Our songs leading the heroes |
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From the first to the last blows |
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This soil where we passed away |
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Remains since that sad day |
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The place where us, forsaken |
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Will always stand for the fallen |
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Here we came, here we died |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Here we fought, here we have fallen |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Keepers of the field |
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Keepers of the field |
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No matter for whom they fight |
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We are side by side day and night |
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And all the brave men who will fall |
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Will finally join us all |
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On this ground some have survived |
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Destinies not yet arrived |
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On their path so many battles |
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So far away from their castles |
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This soil where we passed away |
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Remains since that sad day |
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The place where us, forsaken |
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Will always stand for the fallen |
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Here we came, here we died |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Here we fought, here we have fallen |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Here we came, here we died |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Here we fought, here we have fallen |
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Here we are keepers of the field |
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Keepers of the field |
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Keepers of the field |
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Keepers of the field |
