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Dear honey thanks for your nice words |
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they really were a gleam of hope in these dark cold days |
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where the sun in the sky has disappeared |
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and the fog of perdition seems to occupy the land |
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We are still here in the trench waiting for our war |
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nothing seems as glorious as we heard before |
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even the autumn feels so different |
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here the leaves may fall no more |
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Well at all it seems like time is standing still |
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The only thing we really count are the comrades that did not return |
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Maybe they are the luckiest of us all |
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as they have left it all behind |
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But with my god on my side nothing will happen to me |
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No more failures and no more faults cause I am programmed to be |
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But with my god on my side nothing will happen to me |
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No more failures and no more faults cause I am programmed to be |
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Never be concerned bout me I will make it somehow |
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But if it is my destiny that time has come to end for me |
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then I will beg you not to cry as there are yet so many moms |
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that grieve for their beloved |
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If only their tears could wash away all this nonsense and this hate |
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how many men will keep their lives how many blood is saved |
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hasn`t mankind reached real far that it slays itself that it makes war |
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I always whisper your name |
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when I am alone and scared |
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I guess it brings me luck |
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and all the harm falls off from me |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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is the day |
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where the hope returns again |
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With you on my side |
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nothing can happen to me |
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no more failures and no more faults |
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cause I am programmed to be |