Coming home after a long, long war. Coming home after a dozen of walks. Coming home after a long, long war. Coming home after a dozen of wars. We are out of wind. We have pock-marked chin. We have lots of water. We turn the other cheek and we win. One thousand stories and soon theres more. We've been offered one more lap to go. In my hand I hold a key, it's dear to me cause I know where it leads. We are out of wind. We have pock-marked chin. We have all this water, we turn the other cheek with a grin.
for remembrance day...
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