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You can feel the drumbeats calling
Thudding of my anxious heart Later you will hear the pounding When the fights and conflicts start You can hear the trumpets blowing Rhythm of my baited breath Long before the regiment Summons you to meet your death Patriotic tunes are playing In your playground songs and games Line your soldiers up and shoot them Guns and rifles, tanks in flames I would keep you close forever Put an end to all this war But you fight to keep our freedom Battle's glory, Battle's gore
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