Tin soldiers marching one by one,
Across gravel and dust.
Tears rusting their golden hearts.
Mothers and daughters praying for their noble cause.
The tinned men look to the sky,
Remembering that loved ones are too held under that sky.
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Tin soldiers marching one by one, Across gravel and dust. Tears rusting their golden hearts. Mothers and daughters praying for their noble cause. The tinned men look to the sky, Remembering that loved ones are too held under that sky.
Author notesoption 4 about soldiers. A contest entry
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