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It's quiet now,no sound I hear The big guns rest,and so does fear The snow has hardened with the dead Blue-ish figures,battle-bred Silently I wait for dawn I wonder if I'll live that long I see the wound a crystal-red A while before,oh how it bled The pain is dull I'm cold and numb When warm black sleep begins to come And summons dreamscapes,one by one There before me,row by row Frozen dead men seem to grow A horrid garden in the snow Grim distorted blackish flowers I cannot say if theirs or ours I do not know why this was done I cannot say who lost or won I hear it now,that final call In battles' rage we had to fall In death we're brothers Brothers All!
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
Beautiful Ardennes
It's quiet now,no sound I hear The big guns rest,and so does fear The snow has hardened with the dead Blue-ish figures,battle-bred Silently I wait for dawn I wonder if I'll live that long I see the wound a crystal-red A while before,oh how it bled The pain is dull I'm cold and numb When warm black sleep begins to come And summons dreamscapes,one by one There before me,row by row Frozen dead men seem to grow A horrid garden in the snow Grim distorted blackish flowers I cannot say if theirs or ours I do not know why this was done I cannot say who lost or won I hear it now,that final call In battles' rage we had to fall In death we're brothers Brothers All!
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
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