Stranger tread lightly,
'tis holy ground here;
in death's cold embrace
a soldier sleepeth here.
And you who are listening:
may you look upon his grave
and be proud of the fallen soldiers
brave.
'tis holy ground here;
in death's cold embrace
a soldier sleepeth here.
And you who are listening:
may you look upon his grave
and be proud of the fallen soldiers
brave.
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