.Well I was visiting the graveyards
In this rows of white
Where they berried all the soldiers
Who ever took up arms to fight.
When I cam across this old man
He was talking to the grave.
I kept my distance, watched in aw
As he spoke to them by name.
Kacey your stil.
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