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Текст на „When The Last Rifle Falls“
When the last rifle falls to the ground
Wounded grow well or die
Those who fought look on
Toward a future of betterment
Their past will reveal blood-stained hands
The realization will come
They will wail in woe and shake the skies
Clouds will pour forth a cleansing rain
And we will live in peace for a while again