Silence captured words in your cold eyes,
And passion snuggled to last feeble ties,
And optimism clung to a heart about to die.
O, patience allow me time for a loyal lie.
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.