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The Little Tin Soldier Of My Son

1964

The nightingales fill earth with notes
And the May rain - with sense of charms,
But a tin soldier, little and honest,
Is doomed to endless feats of arms.

May be, a craftsman, sad and shabby,
Pushed in the world him, with disgust.
Ask the tin soldier, "Are you happy?"
And he'll take aim at you at once.
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