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More Than a Purple Heart The cadence of a muted drum The step of comrads who fought And a soldier too young to die Yet with pride in what he sought The décor that color his bier A contrast the sublime and evil The causes which led my child Into a world consumed with upheaval Oh, has my child died in vain Is there reason that his life is spent Please say his death has meaning For this will be my eternal lament
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