Gettysburg

May 11, 2012
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They march towards Gettysburg
The ground shakes from their boots
A faint whisper cannot be heard
They’re shaken down to their roots

Their navy uniforms glimmer in the sun
Their minds race in fear
The General knows what must be done
But many will never leave here





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