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They were once giants
standing tall above everyone.
But every Goliath has his David,
and every Giant has his fall.
These soldiers, our troops, the American force
Rest now soldier your quest is put to rest
Bloody wounds ache in sorrow it'll be better for you tomorrow
You'll leave the battle field once in for all
He's waiting to take you home soldier hear his call