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A Soldier's Tears I’m deathly sick of the things I see Their country takes a piece of me Each time I view their faces My passion embraces Their moments of pain Looks of disdain Rip apart Soldiers' hearts A Nonet - 9 Syllables - First Line 8 Syllables - Second Line 7 Syllables - Third Line 6 Syllables - Fourth Line 5 Syllables - Fifth Line 4 Syllables - Sixth Line 3 Syllables - Seventh Line 2 Syllables - Eighth Line 1 Syllables - Ninth Line
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