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    George Michael - The Grave /\ Live /\

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    Le_Freeman

    par Le_Freeman

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    The grave that they dug him had flowers
    Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
    And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
    He's gone.

    When the wars of our nation did beckon,
    A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
    Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
    He's gone,
    But Eternity knows him, and it knows what we've done.

    And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
    Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry
    And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
    As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

    But the silence of night was shattered by fire
    As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air
    And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
    In morgue of Marines, alone standing there.

    He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
    "They can't let me die! The can't let me die here!
    I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
    I'll cover myself! I know I'm not brave!
    The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

    WHen the wars of our nation did beckon,
    A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
    Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
    He's gone.