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Soldier's March

Midnight approaches without any thought in mind
Seems we have forgotten the clean brood of blind
Sitting alone on the long road of shiver
Dusting of the wind that made their eyes pain and glitter
Soldiers! ! For they were treading on the long road of harsh
Distant they paced, way far in the dreadful marsh
Have we forgotten them?
Marching in and marching out they knew there's only one way to end a war
A trick within, leads to a sacred win which is marching through their cellar door

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