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A Generation Short
The snow around me
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
Published 17th Nov 2018
Author's Note
The aftermath of another day in the lives of the Lost Generation.
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