A farewell to arms Mutilated lives Blackening as coffin line the sides Filled with fathers Who has won? When only sons Hold their grieving heads and
A farewell to arms Mutilated lives blackening as coffin line the sides Filled with fathers Who has won when only sons Who hold their grieving heads and mourn A
as coffin line the sides Filled with fathers Who has won? When only sons Hold their grieving heads and mourn A farewell to arms Always our souls entwine
