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At night the sun sets red

On a foreign land which hides our dead

They fought the battles of an un-named war

Never knowing why or exactly what for

Our fathers, husbands, brothers and sons

Died in a game that couldn’t be won

Like pawns they were taken and cast aside

No time at the moment for those who had died

Bound by the shores of a distant sea

Wandering souls who long to be free

Now their spirits are seeking the light

Haunting the land by day and by night

Laid to rest so they may rest in peace

Eternally searching for the grave’s release

Night after night the sun sets red

As we await the remains of our unforgotten dead




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