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I heard some of these differently:
and underneath red candles waits for her killers to come home...
She runs far and wide on these hills they have mined copper, steel, iron ore.
One half century of lives,
You take the road I'll take the river You bring the fire I'll bring the troops
When the summer monsoon rain Comes to wash the old remains
I heard some of these differently:
and underneath red candles waits for her killers to come home...
She runs far and wide on these hills they have mined copper, steel, iron ore.
One half century of lives,
You take the road I'll take the river You bring the fire I'll bring the troops
When the summer monsoon rain Comes to wash the old remains