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Dark shadows of the moon
swirling lonely in the wind, a memory marching song for soldiers on their knees, so fierce fighting for liberty our families back home - Reading guns splattering tracer bullets everywhere, sand to dust in darkness our troops fading away, the tears too late to cry dying breathing a prayer - We see flames in the sky exploding into fragments, mushroom clouds drifting swirling poison into dust, God in mercy our Savior for families now weeping - The children hiding afraid crying with their mothers hearing the last gun salute a national flag for bravery, a purple ribbon in a photo proud men safe in heaven.
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