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Bands Of Brothers
Through tragedy.....of open
Sons and daughters.....cry
and roar
Darkness the
Nations flashing
Cries of religion.....on display
As bodies decay
Marching lands.....where
they roam
Dreams of mothers.....and of
Tears from hearts.....friends
they lost
Tired and weary.....a painful
Through blood and
tears.....they cross this land
Bands of brothers.....through
the sand
Hope and glory.....there
voices cry
Praying of home.....and not
to die

By George_Martin

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