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All Quiet On the Western Front

All quiet on the western front, the grass is dead, it has been shot. Million soldiers have died on it and million will, with me included. All quiet on the western front, why nothing changes, know I not. It's the same old killing, the same old dying, if soldiers could, they'd now be crying. All quiet on the western front, Paul writes her mum that here it's hot. In the letter he doesn't say it, the war is ending and we won't win it.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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