Tænk engang, hvis man var en mand i begyndelsen af trediverne, stod på en scene og sang følgende tekst, imens man mente hvert eneste ord: "Take my hand and never let go/ Side by side we walk an open road/ Unbreakable with hope in our hearts/ Step by step we'll make a new start/ Let's be soldiers of love, soldiers of love/ Soldiers of love for life/ Take my hand and never let go/ Never let go and let's be soldiers of love/ What's the meaning of a world on fire?/ And a heart without a soul". Det er næsten til at græde over.
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