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Old soldiers never die
Old soldiers never die they just slip away, into the dusty pages of our yesterday. - There among the many ever more to be, alive within the heart of all that would be free. - Never more to question what is right or wrong, forever in the lyrics of the hero's song. - In the heart of others they are kept alive, by the endless spirit of all who still survive. - Old soldiers never die they just slip away, into the dusty pages of another day.
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