| Dew-drops on the jungle’s fern
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| Sunbeams touch the leaves
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| Dirty blackened faces stare mean
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| Battalion of the underdogs
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| Determined now to win
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| I hope the lord will have an eye on me
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| At 8:15 (eight one five) the enemy
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| Was caught in our trap
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| Resisted just to keep the faith
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| No chance to get way back
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| Loss of horizons
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| The enemy was killed
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| On just an ordinary day
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| He was the one and only
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| Who reaped the fruits of glory
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| Dangerous, he felt divine
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| And when I met him later
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| Though all the years passed by
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| Dangerous and he still was fine
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| The legionary
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| The legionary
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| The legionary
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| The legionary
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| Told him: Dear, it’s not my cup
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| I had to leave the pack
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| My conscience’s hurting just too much
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| So don’t expect me back
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| Loss of horizons
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| My fate was sealed
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| On just another ordinary day
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| He was the one and only
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| Who reaped the fruits of glory
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| Dangerous, he felt divine
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| And when I met him later
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| Though all the years passed by
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| Dangerous and he still was fine
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| Loss of horizons
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| His fate was sealed
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| On just another ordinary day
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| He was the one and only
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| Who reaped the fruits of glory
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| Dangerous, he felt divine
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| And when I met him later
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| Though all the years passed by
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| Dangerous and he still was fine
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| He took a thousand’s breath
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| Defied the shades of death
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| Dangerous, he felt divine
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| And when I met him last
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| He had the coma cast
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| Motionless, he crossed the line
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| The legionary |