It's funny how some of our wishes got lost.
Yeah! Even before it could find it's way.
It's funny how people here dont even matter and they are here.
You matter and you are far away.
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.