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WILLIE HAS GONE TO THE WAR |
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3 The leaves of the forest will fade, ■The roses will wither and die, But spring to our home in the glade On fairy-like pinions will fly; |
And still I will hopefuly wait The day when these battles are o'et,
And pine like a bird for its mate, Till Willie comes home from the war! |
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