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THE DAWN 95
The road is straight as the bullet flies, The villagers fix their waking eyes On the shrapnel smoke that shrouds the dawn. *
Out of the battle, out of the night, Into the dawn and the blush of day. The road that takes us back from the fight, The road we love, it is straight and white, And it runs from the battle, away, away. |
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