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Why should we disguise in order to conceal? |
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Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal? |
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They swore to take us to their lands |
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Where milk-white blossoms float |
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And then they swore to always die in splendour |
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So let us hear the wild songs they sing |
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And let us feel the wild joys they bring |
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And we shall than disguise in order to reveal |
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And we shall swear tonight to never yield |
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To never give in, to never falter |
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To never yield or cry for quarter |
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When old men dream up wars for us to fight in |
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When old men dream up wars for us to die in |
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I don't want to hurt you but I must, I must |
