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I wandered through a graveyard,
Where many soldiers lay, I gazed upon the headstones, With great sorrow and dismay. Many who fought in battles, Lost their lives, for you and me, The graves are now forgotten, There's not a flower left to see. Nary a flag waved in honor, that grand red, white and blue, The soldiers who fought our battles, They loved that old flag too. I cry for the soldiers who rest there, Those brave souls from the past, Medals placed upon their chest. Seems their glory didn't last When I visit again this graveyard, I will tip my hat to the mound, I can almost hear the bugler Playing Taps, that lonely sound. I shed tears for the brave men, For the women I do the same, For soldiers now in harms way Who may return bruised or lame. I bowed my head in reverence, I whispered a humble prayer, I asked God to protect those fighting, And bless the heroes lying there.
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