In the far away fires
where
the hills forever burn
at
the feet of our heroes at the feet of our heroes
wo
try hard learn
but the lesson is
lost there in the smoke and the mud and that we are on flesh one breath , one life Don't both Pitt brothers give their all for this. . . One is life and the other is family. . . Why. . . These Green Street elites who go to football matches almost professionally to stir up trouble. The music continues, slowly and indifferently. the same blood. I stood by the river....
I stood in the killing fields
where death has no name death has no
importance
I stood whit my brothers
and awaited
flood and that we are on flesh one breath, one life A body breathes a life one blood.. a drop of blood Then i fell to the ground and I fell to the ground tasted ashes on my tongue thinking that only the dead are forever young... yes forever Young. . . there was peace in the twilight... it was a world without danger
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