"[...] Through these fields of destruction/ Baptism of fire/ I've watched all your suffering/ As the battles raged higher/ And though they did hurt me so bad/ In the fear and alarm/ You did not desert me/ My brothers in arms [...]Now the sun's gone to hell/ And the moon's riding high/ Let me bid you farewell/ Every man has to die/ But it's written in the starlight/ And every line on your palm/ We're fools to make war/ On our brothers in arms. [...]"
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