The Battlefield
The gray night falls
And rises high some smoke—
A black, black line against the sky.
A white star shines from out the mists
And smiles upon the bleeding hearts of men.
And rises high some smoke—
A black, black line against the sky.
A white star shines from out the mists
And smiles upon the bleeding hearts of men.
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