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
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
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
