I saw a man
without a leg
And when he caught my stare
He said, "I left the mate to this
Buried Over There."
I saw a man without an eye
And when he looked at me
He said, "I gave the other one
To save democracy."
I saw a man without a heart
His hands were soft and clean
He said, "I made my little pile
In Nineteen-seventeen."
And when he caught my stare
He said, "I left the mate to this
Buried Over There."
I saw a man without an eye
And when he looked at me
He said, "I gave the other one
To save democracy."
I saw a man without a heart
His hands were soft and clean
He said, "I made my little pile
In Nineteen-seventeen."
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