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Footsteps That Have Long Faded
The sounds of quick pace, long marching faded,
Specters of those who fought for peace grown pale,
Soldiers' visages evaporated,
Keepers and protectors who did not fail.
We, attuned to whispered gait in their wake,
Where those who fought the monsters disappeared,
Under vast sandy shores beside fruited plains,
Bugle’s wake-up call dim in their ears.
Brothers in arms, peers with resolute tread,
No more torment beneath the stars above,
Our heroic champions now long dead,Unvexed by blast or salvo, life’s work done.
Keepers and protectors who did not fail.
We, attuned to whispered gait in their wake,
Where those who fought the monsters disappeared,
Under vast sandy shores beside fruited plains,
Bugle’s wake-up call dim in their ears.
Brothers in arms, peers with resolute tread,
No more torment beneath the stars above,
Our heroic champions now long dead,Unvexed by blast or salvo, life’s work done.
Echoes of booted feet going through paces.
We who honor them, still listen for traces.
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