There´s a beautiful smile
hiding in the glimpse
of a brown
eyed girl

~~*~~

and a soft brownish curl
in my true loves 
hair

~~*~~

but there´s a brownish
shade I hate

~~*~~

it´s the sound
of brown boots marching
down our streets

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like a pale shadow

~~*~~

of the tormented cries

~~*~~

from the dying souls
of yesterday

~~*~~

who´s graves they´re
marching on

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