The Soldier

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To the battle field he does come,
A woman's love could be relieved.
Battlecries he does hum,
His wounds he has received.
The stab of a knife or a gunshot wound,
Like a pain; struck from Satan's hand.
His hearts guitar is not tuned,
This story, he could not tell.





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