We run into the battle
Fighting in mist strugle
To defend is key not to strangle
With the cloud not in our saddle
Three cheers three cheer
The war is over
The middle close is spills of the war
It seems to be crying not that the war is over
But the spoils ruin it
Smiling is the successful
In him is death and tears
We happy war is gone
But love hate laughter is lost too
We hope we believe
We cry we smile
We double the smile twice
But still little forgotten
and never forgotten are the fighters
Guiding us to end is the anxiety of the next day
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