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Fifty-Two soldiers

With weapons in hand

To battle they march

To fight for their land

Fifty-Two lives

Some ordinary, some not

But all struggle the same

To untie Fate's knot

Fifty-Two lies

Of love, anger, passion, hate

Don't we all lie

To shield from pain our hearts?

And two Jokers, standing by

Laughing at life, death

And to everthing, thereby