In death of my
father
I do not remember
now
In the name of
what kind of freedom
Your agendas I used
to fight
though today I know
The law we faced
up
Later I knew
That not of iron
was made your
heart!
And how many fairy
tales,
I still had to
tell you
But you seemed to
be eternal!
Play in the
heavens
Trumpet of silence
In honor
Of that sergeant
Who is no longer
here
among us!
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