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Daniel's until the end
Gone are the old days when I fell in love
Some still remember the cries from above
And the old men still waiting to be called from the Frey
Yet the jokers will jest at the wims of the grey
Those were the times when the song was still ringing
In the ears of the children who can't recall singing
But they dance all the same as its part of the game
And they all pray together the old ones and lame
Grace is still given to the free and the brave
Liberties are taken from the last ones who gave
But lest we forget all the blood sweat and tears
That were the foundations of a culture for years
