Hearts And ...,

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Hearts And....,

 

We sometimes march,

But do not sing!

Heads held high.

Of granite jaw,

And steely eye.

Better to be a friend,

Than be our foe ......

For they lay buried,

Row on row.

And yet we hope,

To win their ....

 

Minds!

 

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