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OUR SOLDIERS.
O we lonesome ones, who linger over
No dear name of brother, son, or lover,—
Still our hearts ache, and our tear-drops fall
Others pray for one—we pray for all!
No dear name of brother, son, or lover,—
Still our hearts ache, and our tear-drops fall
Others pray for one—we pray for all!
