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The sky is bleeding gasoline and fuel is running low
Tanks are blown to pieces, soon the wing is gonna go
All my crew have bailed out over Essen long ago
But every night since '45 this bomber boy has stayed alive!

Sounds like something I'd write on a holiday postcard.
 
Ugh! I am much too old to randomly hit the pub with the boys the night before a 5 a.m. wakeup call.
The eyes, they are bleary.
 
I can't believe how many typing msitakes I'm making today. It's ridicuklous!
 
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