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Dedication.
To all who sing the while their hearts may break,
Who question all the why of Human Pain,
These simple songs of Hope we dedicate,
Trusting we shall not ever seek in vain.
Who question all the why of Human Pain,
These simple songs of Hope we dedicate,
Trusting we shall not ever seek in vain.
And to the mem'ry of each fallen son
Who lies beneath, whose blood has drenched the sod;
Truly their songs all ceased while scarce begun
Shall be made perfect afterwards with God.
Who lies beneath, whose blood has drenched the sod;
Truly their songs all ceased while scarce begun
Shall be made perfect afterwards with God.
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