"My brothers come home from war, his hands are red
Both shoulders have no sloping collarbone
He stood shaky, his eyes on us one on one
I know you back my son
Suddenly he collapsed in the yard he we papah
Moth
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"My brothers come home from war, his hands are red
Both shoulders have no sloping collarbone
He stood shaky, his eyes on us one on one
I know you back my son
Suddenly he collapsed in the yard he we papah
Moth