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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
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