| Shapes in the mind of a far away soldier
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| Scroll and rewind every reel of his life
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| As an enemy marksman just half a mile over,
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| Chambers the cartridge, adjusting his sights
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| Day turns to night for this far away soldier
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| Alone in the darkness with ghosts from his past
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| Simply turning back time would not vanquish the Trojans
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| We each walk the line that our destiny casts
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| I can remember that once in our lifetime
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| We burned like the embers, as lovers on fire
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| Eyes full of memories sublime and delirious,
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| Carried along by the thrill of our lives
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| Flames reaching out ebb and flow like the ocean,
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| Dancing and spiralling into the black,
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| Falling to earth without sound or commotion,
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| The Mother of life takes her beloved back
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| Time, hope and tenderness, fall by the wayside,
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| We yearn for the laughter through tear stained eyes
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| Lies, love and envy at times much too serious
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| Battered and torn by the will of the tide
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| Closes his eyes, with his dreams for a moment,
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| Cradled at peace as the centuries pass
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| If he wakes up to find he might do it all over
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| Would he have the sense to know when to turn back? |