The boys are tired now, the ones that survived. 
Bodies lay across the blood - stained grass, whom hours ago were alive. 
I shiver as the cold wind rolls up the field and by the dead, 
it steals away these soldiers souls. 
On this day, much blood was shed. 
I can still smell the gunpowder in the air, from the cannons mighty blows,
I just [...]

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