Goodnight
Mine eyes have seen the gory of a thousand battle fields
Where the arms and legs are scattered and some wounds they never heal
And the men of wise and wisdom
never cease to stop the wheel
Now we have the big one
that is sure to make us kneel
now our fate is surely sealed.
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