During the day, throughout the night,
I trust whoever reads this keeps their lips sealed tight.
Each night, when you go to lay your head,
I’ll be in my room, not sleeping, but, crying instead.
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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.