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There is a place, a soldiers dream,
the arms of their true lover.
The safest place theyve ever been,
this place is like no other.

It is a place where flowers grow,
sweet rains softly falling?
It is A place my children go,
where I can hear them calling?

This paradise, a soldier´s dream,
my home, my love, my freedom.
But I´m Still not sure what victory means,
And I guess Ill do what must be done.

It´s a place where the cool breeze blows,
the bell bird call still ringing?
A pretty song my baby knows,
the one shes always singing..

It is the place our soldiers come,
when they need to hold their loved ones
A race the youngsters run
in love with one another..


A paradise, a soldiers dream,
my home, my love, my freedom.
But I´m Still not sure what victory means,
And I guess Ill do what must be done.

There is a road a road of smiles
and friendly hands to touch
We´d like to live Walk those miles
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