
A Soldier’s Songbook
Far on the fringe of inner space
As bullfrogs haunt the fearless ones
Oh withered are the women’s breasts
A stoned GI is no soldier at all
Far on the fringe of inner space
As bullfrogs haunt the fearless ones
Oh withered are the women’s breasts
A stoned GI is no soldier at all
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