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I remember them,
our soldiers, lying in these graves Who were once loved and lively, but now cannot be saved. I remember them, our soldiers, the burden they had born, the daily fear and heartbreak, their bodies broken, torn. I remember them, our soldiers, and just before they died all they could see was darkness all they could hear were lies. I remember them, our soldiers, Who are up amongst the stars, where there is peace and quiet's where the broken soldiers are.
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