Remember all the trials
Through the cloudy mountain sides
When rivers starved to death
Whatever feelings you had in you left
When the enemy runs
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What is this feeling in the rain
What if I never feel the air again
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the poles
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the ground
A hundred eyes to hold
Very many smiles of old
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Now the enemy is bright
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What is this feeling in the rain
What if I never feel the air again
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the poles
Song for the sold
Stick a finger to the ground
