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Steady little Indian Your ear close to the ground You can hear them coming closer The echoing, heavy sound Steady little Soldier your boots filled with blood Your gun on your shoulder and your face covered in mud It’s okay little brother Your crying has subsided & The day is almost over Sun to Moon Moon to Sun What was said cannot be undone.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
Little, Little
Steady little Indian Your ear close to the ground You can hear them coming closer The echoing, heavy sound Steady little Soldier your boots filled with blood Your gun on your shoulder and your face covered in mud It’s okay little brother Your crying has subsided & The day is almost over Sun to Moon Moon to Sun What was said cannot be undone.
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rose-7
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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