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AGll the pretty girls sCtanding in the gGarden, a brown shoe sColdier came walking D7by. He stepped up tGo her tChinking just to tGease her. Said I think tChat D7you will be my bGride.
GI have a sweetheart Che is in the AGrmy , across the sCea, in some distant lD7and. I'd never sGend hCim a dear john lGetter, just for the sCake of sD7ome fast talking mGan.
sGupposing that he's not lCost in some bGattle, not even Cout, in the ice and sD7now. But in the aGrms of sCome foreign Gbeauty, did you ever tChink, it mD7ight be sCo.
GI know that he is lCost in some bGattle, though I know not Cif, he be alive or dD7ead. I have this gGlove that CI once knit Gfor him...see how it's sCtained, wD7ith his life's own bGlood.
HGe reached his hand, dCown inside his pGocket...lean close and sCee the gift I bD7ear. That very gGlove tChat you are Gholding. It is the sCame D7as I have hGere.
GI know that you Cdo not recognGize me, my face is cChanged by some battle sD7cars, but my heart iGnside , it Cis just the sGame love...as when I lCeft, D7to join the wGar.
NGow wars may come and tCake away your lGoved ones. It may seem Ceasy to deceD7ive. But if you tGruely lCove some Gsoldier....than you must Cset, his mD7ind at Gease.