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a poem from jim morrison about unknown soldiers in all around the world

specially about unknown soldiers of imam zaman

in all of the world these soldiers are losers

Wait until the war is over
And we’re both a little older
The unknown soldier

Unborn living, living, dead
Bullet strikes the helmet’s head

Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier

And, it’s all over
The war is over
It’s all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
All over, baby
Wooooo, hah-hah
All over
All over, baby
Oh, woa-yeah
All over
All over
Heeeeyyyy