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Gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Brothers in arms to the end
Gone with the wind
Matyrs of faith, up we ascend
Gone with the wind
My son, my friend,my seed
Gone with the wind
In the skies we will meet.
Brothers in arms to the end
Gone with the wind
Matyrs of faith, up we ascend
Gone with the wind
My son, my friend,my seed
Gone with the wind
In the skies we will meet.
Published 28th Jan 2019
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- Edited 7th May 2019 00:46am
28th Jan 2019 6:03am
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