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The weak began to fall when the brave stand tall Walking the bullet ridden path That so few outlast Your mind my tremble But you never crumble Hiding all the fear you have inside You stand with honor and pride In a country who will never remember your name But you didn't do this for the fame The only champion here if theft As war doesn't determine whose right Only whose left
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