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Lying on the ground in distress
Listening to the war's harmony
The cruel reality comes, like smoke
Spring will soon be coming,
Lilacs will bloom
And honor, death, love
Will all be forgotten
A gentle breeze will blow
The earth will heal
But the heart of a soldier
Will remain, but hidden
Aches of things once been
Now trumpets are blowing
Victory is heard all around
The war may've been won
But as the soldiers draws
in one last breath
Their battle is over