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Blades of grass and pure white stones Shelter those who've come and gone. Just below the emerald sod Are boys who reached the arms of God.
Endless rows for all to see, Freedom's seeds in sorrow sown, 'Neath blades of grass and pure white stones.
Cover those who left their homes To rest in fields here, side by side, Lest we forget their sacrifice.
Endless rows for all to see, Freedom's seeds in sorrow sown, 'Neath blades of grass and pure white stones. |