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How many captains, and how many soldiersMay they be made of lead or of woodThey died between my fingersI was just a childYet I rememberI often criedLooking at my handsBetween my handsNo, I can't do anythingYou are moreBetween my handsI have known many girlsAnd I have known lifeI have often made loveAnd I have known loveEverything seemed easyShe loved me, I loved herBut love is fragileMore fragile than a toyBetween my handsNo, I can't do anythingYou are moreBetween my handsThank you!