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poem about the passing of a soldier |
They laid him in a plot of ground That sank into the abyss beneath And waited for the bugle sound His final journey a mere six feet The words they shared of memories past Of love and laughter, of good all told Those moments they would make to last Cherished moments they would dearly hold His reach is now beyond his wife He died so that our freedom lives He left us young, his prime of life Our happiness, only memory gives. |