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The muffled march of distant feet
The silent drummer poised to beat retreet
Back goes the memory many years passed
The agony of war, how long would it last
When every home knew the error of war
Fearing the dreaded knock on the door
How everyone stood with their backs to the wall
Determined she wouldn’t fall,
But now so bewildered we’ve become
So what of the war and it’s final sum
A tragic thought those rows of graves
That stand as sentinal, to our warriors brave
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