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| in the land of the eagles |
i walk this cement, cold
land.
these cars and concrete
all that i understand.
another one of my brothers
was taken today,
i guess a fast moving car
thought that he
was in the way.
but to us he was family,
one of our flock.
we mourn his sad passing,
and the hands of man's
clock.
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