After all wars
We lie, as shelter falls
The world is but Hell
A place darkened out by time
Submit to the fall
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Live in peace for years
Turn back the hands of time
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Light shines before
As lives are torn
Morals slow decline
We'll live in cold fear
Until we lay dead
Silent our please
Search for the end
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
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So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born