The blood we shed,
and the flames we burn,
are of the loss and pain,
we have and share.
The blood we shed,
comes from the wars,
in which we fight.
The flames we burn,
comes from the candles,
we light for those,
who have left us.
We must live with,
the mistakes everyone makes...
has made as a group.
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