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The rusted pylons the endless rain the drifting soils spoils of war spoiled, spoilt remember the illuminating fear soldiers of war Baby laid flat unbreathing pillow cases ajar by the splintered doors eye sore, the sadness in your I's when the plane touched down and you knew I was home where the wind blew gales over all these fields and the way you thought of them, brought tears to my eyes or just because I was thinking of our child - who died My deer lay down, right here this time its different this time it ends Stray bullets with names etched out it didn't matter, the importance of the target green grass turned red should have been safe until the end lowered now into a manifest grave Now the moment had come now the songs had been sung now the dirt it is ground fine and so now is the time - He who watched them descend will be here to the end.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Funeral Scenes 1942 - 1999
The rusted pylons the endless rain the drifting soils spoils of war spoiled, spoilt remember the illuminating fear soldiers of war Baby laid flat unbreathing pillow cases ajar by the splintered doors eye sore, the sadness in your I's when the plane touched down and you knew I was home where the wind blew gales over all these fields and the way you thought of them, brought tears to my eyes or just because I was thinking of our child - who died My deer lay down, right here this time its different this time it ends Stray bullets with names etched out it didn't matter, the importance of the target green grass turned red should have been safe until the end lowered now into a manifest grave Now the moment had come now the songs had been sung now the dirt it is ground fine and so now is the time - He who watched them descend will be here to the end.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
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