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See the soldier, he's walking in the rain
he carries a rifle on his shoulder he wears a uniform that proudly bares his name *straight from the hell that caused him so much pain he did learn, learn to be a man a man who does what is asked of him for his country for freedom for peace for the land that he loves America America a casualty of a crazy game of politics and war where every one is a loser the war is over and he's coming home with all the scars won on the battlefield he's crying hard because he's feeling so alone a stranger on this land of freedom America America the soldier is the man that fights for Uncle Sam when the fighting is over what can you do for the man give him your medals and all of your gold it will never replace what he lost we didn't even save a place for him at home America America there's no place here on earth that can stand up next to her no more war lets have peace understand how our neighbors see then we know how we need to be America America see that child, he's walking in the rain he carries a broomstick on his shoulder playing hard at an American game he will grow up with a name and let us hope the worst is over *see The Aftermath
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