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A Soldiers LifeOnce more to the task I rise. Free of guilt and compromise. I am a soldier for God and Queen… But so much more, in between. I am a man that lives and breaths. I am that soul that often grieves. I am so weak I often cry… And I am the soldier that always dies. But for God and Country I'll march on. The rights of all men shall be won. And if my blood is spilled in war… I will know what I died for. I am a man that lived and died. All my loved ones sat and cried. But God and country shall march on… Until every living thing has gone! Vote for this poem
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