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Sleeping on the floor Same clothes on. Night before, How many juices of the gods did you imbibe? Still feeling its heroic effects. Night filled with swirling, incomplete memories Shared by your soldiers at your side. Some may say we fight too hard, And too often. We say we fight because we are obligated, And, to guard our youth For one more week.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
us, soldiers
Sleeping on the floor Same clothes on. Night before, How many juices of the gods did you imbibe? Still feeling its heroic effects. Night filled with swirling, incomplete memories Shared by your soldiers at your side. Some may say we fight too hard, And too often. We say we fight because we are obligated, And, to guard our youth For one more week.
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
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