Gotta hand it to them,
to them the credit they're due.
All is owed their courage:
their lives instead of you.
Fire raids that take the cake,
bombs that smash the view,
storms of props that fill the air,
trading blood for you.
White hot concrete flat as stone,
taking planes out from the blue.
White hot sands spell paradise,
and set the stage for you.
You'd never have been ever born
to live as you now do.
Or met me in the victor's land
where I found love with you.
The winners also losers,
thousands never knew
the bliss of life, the gorgeous time
that I have known with you.
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