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Mamma, I hear you calling, I can't come home today. The men out here are counting on me, I really have to stay. I'll be home real soon, just you wait and see. I know you miss me, I miss you to. I have to stay out here, what's a soldier to do. We have to keep things safe, for everyone and you. I know it's hard, being all alone, waiting for the day, that I do come home. Mamma, I do hear you calling, but I can't come home today. But mamma, I do have one thing to say. I love you mamma, I will be home someday.
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