In the far east there lies
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the soul of a man left behind
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His silver wings they still shine
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in the pacific sunrise
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Under the shroud of night
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He gave it his best fight
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With his rifle by his side
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and the enemy in sight
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in the war He didn't die
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still he gave up his life
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His green beret has found rest
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Clutched against his mother's chest
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Finally a peace without war
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peace from the trouble he bore
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What would you say
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What would you pray
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The fight would not end
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His only way out was death
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Silver Wings Still Shine
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| Hundred Year Storm |
