The screech of war,
The shrieks of the departed,
The voices of the people,
That have changed this world,
That echo through the centuries.
They shall not grow old,
As we grow old.
Age shall not wear them,
Nor years condemn,
After the setting of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them, we will remember them.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
The screech of war,
The shrieks of the departed,
The voices of the people,
That have changed this world,
That echo through the centuries.
They shall not grow old,
As we grow old.
Age shall not wear them,
Nor years condemn,
After the setting of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them, we will remember them.
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