Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waitsTo bear thee to the battle back;Thou slumberest at a foeman’s gates,—Thy dog would break thy bivouac;Thy plume is trailing in the dustAnd thy red falchion gathering rust.
Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why Some are born, some men die, Beneath one infinite sky? There'll be war, there'll be peace, But everything one day will cease, All the iron turned to rust, All the proud men turned to dust, And so all things time will mend, So this song will end.david gilmour
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