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They Will Not Come Back

They will not come back the fallen

Their brave lives shed like leaves

And fallen blooms

A thousand dreams unfulfilled

As the lone piper plays

Through the mist and disparaging rain,

Each cortege, young lives ripped from

Loved ones' hearts

The roses tear stained wilt on

This lonely road of death.

There will be so many places

Where you will find them, each look and turn

Through the hollow doorway.

Hold their memory dear

With the proud flag flying

Hold their hopes high

As the day dies and the night breathes

Her mellow stars across the skies

And the moon bows her opal eye in homage.

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