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He stands over his own grave. With one single wave He says goodbye. A tear falls from his eyes. He salutes the tombstone Salutes the man he'd once known. He now lays under the stone There he'll be until he's nothing but bones. He fought a never ending war Fought a destroyer Fought a monster It's he who he ended up to devour. He's alive, but dead; He's torn. A new man in his shoes is born. Here I stand and morn I watched all since he Inborn. He's a former soldier. Her's my father.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
He's alive, but dead; He's torn.
He stands over his own grave. With one single wave He says goodbye. A tear falls from his eyes. He salutes the tombstone Salutes the man he'd once known. He now lays under the stone There he'll be until he's nothing but bones. He fought a never ending war Fought a destroyer Fought a monster It's he who he ended up to devour. He's alive, but dead; He's torn. A new man in his shoes is born. Here I stand and morn I watched all since he Inborn. He's a former soldier. Her's my father.
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
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