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MUFFLED DRUMS
The sad sound of muffled drums at roll
Tell the parting of a brave heart’s soul.
A ghostly guard of women and men
Never more to give love again.
Courageous once with weapon in hand
Marching to battle to defend their land.
They served our country and went through hell
And because of them, we still prevail.
Praise the brave that lay without sound
Whose bodies sleep in timeless ground.
Forget them not, whose motives were true
Those names on crosses heavy with dew.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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