All Quiet on the Western Front
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I must stay quiet
I must stay still
To avoid the enemy's gaze
I must stay here
and wait in fear
In a dusty, bullet-filled haze
I have my knife
ready to fight
Eins
Zvei
Drei
I watch as bullets fly
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
The Bullets make bloody necks
Sieben
Acht
Neun
A body filled and dangerous line
