On the eve of battle
a soldier wrote his love
a soldier wrote his love
"If I die come morrow
please temper your sorrow
with this hopeful refrain:
If this be the last war
and men die no more
then my death was not in vain"
and men die no more
then my death was not in vain"
He perished of course
many many wars ago
in yet another pointless conflict
where nothing was gained
and everything lost
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