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Dreams in the distance of time
in the west in front is the batallion's board, the war will not be over, scattered and look where you step
Days without end
Where will remain the remoteness of thoughts, wich intrinsically raise sweet dreams
Batallion in front the war will not be over
Shudders the pain impregnated in the soul
Dreams in the distance

In the distance we are from everything circumstantial in the eternal cycle
We are in the distance, in the never-ending distant cycle

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