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“! they came, the triumphant army! Over yon hill see their weapons peeping!” Still I spoke not but my wheel sent turning, I closed my eyes for my heart was weeping, My heart was weeping for a dead soldier.

Who is he who looks towards me ? “'Tis no man but a gay flag flying,” Red was his mouth and his white brow thoughtful, Blue his eyes — how my soul is crying, My soul is crying for a dead soldier.