I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark
And whistled early with the lark......
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You love us when we""re heroes home on leave
Or wounded in a mentionable place.
You worship decorations you believe
That chivalry re......
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Does it matter? losing your legs?
For people will always be kind
And you need not show that you mind
When others come in after hunting......
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Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled
And one arm bent across your sullen cold
Exhausted face? It hurts my heart to watch you
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Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
Wounding our grief with yesterday.
Your laughter is a broken song
And death has found you kind a......
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