-D'ya know what I just realized?
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-Hm
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He ain¡¯t thick, its just a trick
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-Ya that¡¯s good
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-Hm
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-Should we uhh play the whole lot now?
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Their arms have been steel
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Their blood, the oil of machinery
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Their bodies are the ballast of war
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Their souls are the blast of it
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The power, the trickle of hope
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The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time
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Too many to respect
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Too many to feel
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Too many to know
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Too many to remember
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The distorted and the burnt
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And the scarred
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And the torn
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And the squashed
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And the cut
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And the forgotten
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Body, and flesh, and energy
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The last makings of the future
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Upon green banks of unseen battlefields
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How quaint a tribute to such savage slaughter
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Those young boys have been denied
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The chance to realize and to become
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They, too might have been standing here
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I carry these bodies from the poppy fields
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I lay them before you
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Is this shame that you, too shall rot
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Arlington 73
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