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A thousand men are marching by

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A thousand men are marching by

A glassy stare in every eye

As we pass the sky grows red

We are not the living, but the dead.

Our lives were lost, taken away

Yet we all wanted to live another day

Then guns and bullets toll’d our bell

And we were the ones they sent to…



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