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Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Comes marching home. These leaves did fall From branches overgrown. Drifting slowly down. Resting all alone. Little soldier boy Taken from a home. Forced to fight a war That is not his own. Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Comes marching home. Leaves fell that night When everything was silent. No one dared to make a noise. The little soldier boy Found his way back home. His mother wrapped her arms Around his corpse. Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Come marching home.
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bi77zz
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:34 AM UTC
SSJonX
Leaves From the Vine
Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Comes marching home. These leaves did fall From branches overgrown. Drifting slowly down. Resting all alone. Little soldier boy Taken from a home. Forced to fight a war That is not his own. Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Comes marching home. Leaves fell that night When everything was silent. No one dared to make a noise. The little soldier boy Found his way back home. His mother wrapped her arms Around his corpse. Leaves from the vine, Falling so slow. Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the foam. Little soldier boy Come marching home. Brave soldier boy Come marching home.
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