Heroes are falling
Ghosts in crimson
And screaming flashes
Of thunder guns
Ghosts in crimson
And screaming flashes
Of thunder guns
The birds are flying
In sad formations
Of missing persons
And passing time
No more reunions
No more parade grounds
In silent houses
The heroes fall
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Are We Having Fun Yet?
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Wonderful Life