Young fresh-faced lads just like our dads,
By mail are called to arms.
And we set out, some glad some sad
From cities, mines and farms
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You remind me,
when duty calls death awaits
sweat and blood teem
thanks for sharing this beautiful piece, may I aso know how my 'The Stallion' sit with you.
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You remind me, when duty calls death awaits sweat and blood teem thanks for sharing this beautiful piece, may I aso know how my 'The Stallion' sit with you.