He sought to thaweach thought he sawfly, frozen, from his mind.He gazed once more,then, dazed, he swore,supposin' he'd gone blind.
He sought to thaweach thought he sawfly, frozen, from his mind.He gazed once more,then, dazed, he swore,supposin' he'd gone blind.
I sing of arms and the man... ...not his farm and gas mine... (This is a tale of heroes in war, not agribusiness and the energy sector.)