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I just saw him yesterday
he was just a child at play
shooting buckets by the school
playing horse, the court was his rule
every now and then he'd pass me by on his bike
he'd wave,i'd smile, he was the young boy, all did like
as he grew strong and tall
the town's folk, he knew them all
he was known on the field of play
winning the game but sharing the day
his wins ,his success,his day in the sun
he shared all, with everyone
he voluntered because his uncle called
his service, they needed it all
just as he play his games
he died in the war with no one to blame
I just turned around and he was there
trapped in a casket, we all said a prayer
war is not for those who are rich
it's for peasants who dig the ditch
it's for those have dirt under their nails
not for those in white ties and tails
war is for the young and brave
to protect the homeland,our lifestyle they save
stop and do not turn away
protect those now who run and play
stoney rohde
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