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Beyond the ashes, beyond the ground, |
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Beyond the rain, beyond the clouds, |
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Inside the trenches, my brothers they would be, |
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Protect the way in which we're free, |
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They took them away from me, |
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As I step into our home, their wives in black in |
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white are gone, |
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Drifted memories, the past in which we bleed, |
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Sacrificed by rage, pawns in forgotten war, |
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Trapped inside these hills, a story that goes on, |
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and on, and on, |
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Lives that should been, the fathers pride at their |
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children's dream, |
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Forgotten heroes in a world in which they freed. |
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And now I'm back here, on a path that I once tread, |
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Machines of war stood still, beside the dead, |
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The trees are calm, I feel the dew it coat my face, |
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Hands chilled, birds sing for the first time in this |
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place, |
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But the memories are real, |
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And I still can feel the pain, |
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Laid awake at night, I see my brothers my slain, |
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And now I stand here where they lay, |
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Sacrificed by rage, pawns in forgotten war, |
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Trapped inside these hills, a story that goes on, |
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and on, and on, |
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Lives that should been, the fathers pride at their |
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children's dream, |
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Forgotten heroes in a world in which they freed. |
