Siren crying all around,
The army stamping on the ground.
Ready to shoot whatever they can,
All people hearis BAM, BAM, BAM.
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The enemys'around,
No hope to be found.
So much pian,
The city lost its fame.
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Reinforcements are here,
No one should fear,
We got here in time
To stop the crime.
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The enemy ran,
The peace began again.
Victory is ours,
The enemies are cowards,
For we won again,
There would be no more pain.
A.F.
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