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@Retroemo: Al fin la conseguí completa en inglés
We meet 'neath the sounding rafters, The walls around us are bare; They echo the peal of laughter; It seems that the dead are there.
So stand by your glasses steady, This world is a web of lies. Here's a toast to the dead already; Hurrah for the next man who dies.
Cut off from the land that bore us, Betrayed by the land that we find, The good men have gone before us, And only the dull left behind.
So stand by your glasses steady, The world is a web of lies. Then here's to the dead already, And hurrah for the next man who dies.
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