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Take this string in your hand Let it guide you away Past the boats, past the ships So we can go and play Let us forget about the blood shed Each and every cry All those we have mourned All the sons that have died Let us sink into our beds Fall into a deep slumber Reach into rustic coffins Blood has soaked the lumber Let bomb shells be lullaby's Because this is ending fast I'm sorry sweety, I need to go There is but one more draft
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
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Take this string in your hand Let it guide you away Past the boats, past the ships So we can go and play Let us forget about the blood shed Each and every cry All those we have mourned All the sons that have died Let us sink into our beds Fall into a deep slumber Reach into rustic coffins Blood has soaked the lumber Let bomb shells be lullaby's Because this is ending fast I'm sorry sweety, I need to go There is but one more draft
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
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