Misty morning veils the land,
Where brave young soldiers lay.
Windswept footprints disappear,
From another day.
Silence is their mournful cry,
Victims of the foe.
Once, they fought a valiant fight,
Now, shadows of long ago.
Shallow graves within they lie,
Peace for them at last.
With bowed heads remember them,
Warriors from the past.
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