| Let’s make love through war and more; |
| by the bearing of desire and discord
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| See the soldiers marching forth; |
| on the carnage colored dew of evermore
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| Dressed in uniforms of gray; |
| wearing stockings marching gladly to decay
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| Crushing sternly through the storm; |
| rising gently to the stillness of the calm
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| Domination and dismay, turn the conquered into casualties of prey
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| See the implements of strife; |
| being rendered through the opening of life
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| On the meadows of discord; |
| shall the whispered yarns of massacre befall
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| Let’s make love to war and more; |
| on the crimson colored plains where ravens soar
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| Dressed in uniforms of night; |
| wearing scarlet colored stockings to excite
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| Once the conflict has curtailed; |
| wine and song shall serve to fortify the brave
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| Paying homage to the sun; |
| keeping welted bodies warm and safe from harm
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| In the harmony of peace; |
| aching bodies shall make love to raise relief
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| In compliance with untruth; |
| only victory revised shall be approved
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| Let’s make love through war and more; |
| let’s make love in ways unknown to man
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| before |