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 There's a man walking round the island with a snake cane

He picked it up in Thailand from a hurricane

And you know he's not gonna go there
He's been one time too long
Now all the gods are gone (Though the game is gone)
The younger boys are drowning in a shallow sea
The night belongs to snipers in palm trees
And their sabres flashed like lightning
In the charge of the last brigade
They must have been afraid
Soldiers have their sorrow
The wretched have their rage
Pray for the aged it's the dawn of another age...

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