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They fell like lambs to the slaughter.
Their life was stolen from them.
They could have been our sons or
our daughters,
And this is their solemn hymn.
Let us sing for the fathers and
mothers
Whose life cannot be replaced.
We feel like their our sisters and
brothers.
Their spirit can't be erased.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Good-bye dear ones, not forever.
One day we'll come to you there.
In time our hearts will mend, but
we'll never
Forget the lambs slaughtered this
year.
Amen
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updated
November 6, 2014
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