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No There wasn't any Heartbreak There were Not too many Tears I was surprised I was astonished I was feared And loved All at the same time The crowd saw who Was who and who Was not When the cards are down And the eyes finally clear Who is remembered Is the thing That matters most We forget the ones Who died in the trenches Who were immolated from within Who sounded but were never found We forget the ones Who died for this and Who lost a limb for that and Crippled their minds for them Love stripped from their souls Replaced by the dark horror Of man's humaneness Who are we to ask for such a sacrifice? Who are we to send away the living for death? Who are we to shake our heads in feigned understanding? Who are we? The dust will never settle The sun will always rise And fall On the foggy eyes of war And as the bayonets lay scattered, Their bearers Bearing no resemblance To their former selves And try To Hear The echoing scream The rippling shot The cursed' crying corpses Try to hear The frankness Of death.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 6:25 AM UTC
What Matters is
No There wasn't any Heartbreak There were Not too many Tears I was surprised I was astonished I was feared And loved All at the same time The crowd saw who Was who and who Was not When the cards are down And the eyes finally clear Who is remembered Is the thing That matters most We forget the ones Who died in the trenches Who were immolated from within Who sounded but were never found We forget the ones Who died for this and Who lost a limb for that and Crippled their minds for them Love stripped from their souls Replaced by the dark horror Of man's humaneness Who are we to ask for such a sacrifice? Who are we to send away the living for death? Who are we to shake our heads in feigned understanding? Who are we? The dust will never settle The sun will always rise And fall On the foggy eyes of war And as the bayonets lay scattered, Their bearers Bearing no resemblance To their former selves And try To Hear The echoing scream The rippling shot The cursed' crying corpses Try to hear The frankness Of death.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 6:25 AM UTC
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