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Haunting Memories


Standing proudly in green uniforms chins raised high greeting the sky. Turn away beginning far from here together we'll unite to form the ranks. Its time to sound- the alarm The troops are coming for our hides For beliefs in what is right. Turn away avert your eyes from this gruesome sight. Strength is waning freedom is gone burned away like ashes. Save us from ourselves this night.
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