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Torn Faces
Blood stained faces
She'll shocked and dull
They run through field
Like they had no home
Bewilder they are
Wondering when to say goodbye
When to cry
And
When to finally die
They seek to rest
And soon to find their nest
And when they're finally shot
They rest under a tree
For the rest of eternity
They were so nearly free
She'll shocked and dull
They run through field
Like they had no home
Bewilder they are
Wondering when to say goodbye
When to cry
And
When to finally die
They seek to rest
And soon to find their nest
And when they're finally shot
They rest under a tree
For the rest of eternity
They were so nearly free
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