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We've Ampaid in hell since Moscow burned
As CCossacks tear us piece by piece
Our Gdead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though Fdeath would be a sweet release
And our Amgrande armée is dressed in rags
A Cfrozen starving beggar band
Like Grats we steal each other's scraps
FFall to fightingG hand to handC
FSave my soul from evil, Lord
And healC this soldier'sAm heart
I'll Ctrust in thee tDmo keep me, Lord
I'm Fdone with BonapaCrte
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What Amdreams he made for us to dream
CSpanish skies, Egyptian sands
The Gworld was ours, we marched upon
Our Amlittle Corporal's command
And I Clost an eye at Austerlitz
The Gsabre slash yet gives me pain
My Fone true love awaits me still
The Gflower of theC aquitaine
I Ampray for her who prays for me
CSafe return to my belle France
We Gprayed these wars would end all wars
In Amwar we know is no romance
And I Cpray our child will never see
A Glittle Corporal again
FPoint toward a foreign shore
GCaptivate theC hearts of men
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