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| National Cemetery in Elmira, New York |
Fields of Grass & Stone
Cold steel brought me here,
Among my fellow soldiers
And their loved ones tears.
How simple and yet so cold,
Long white lines, markers bold
Soldiers buried young and old.
Honor is a fleeting thing,
Thought as gold in life’s small ring,
Never giving thought to death,
Now I lay with all the rest.
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