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The Devil's Den in July 1863 Gettysburg Pennsylvania We. Charged the the gully and the stand of. Sharpshot stung from hives unseen Our lives in limbo.  Souls akimbo.          The bluff.          The saber The roar. Sure as. Night comes day. Our spirits drift away and floats above the fray. Life is cheap here. The price. We will pay. The little round top Consecrated in guts and bone. I'm left to die alone on The bluff. A ragged boyonet Now drags me away slow.     So away I must go     Blow taps and write me a letter home.     Mother please don't cry for me.     My brothers here with me     Send regards.     The round top hill     Is very still and peacefull     Eternal rest is assureed.     Never again.
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
Little Roundtop
The Devil's Den in July 1863 Gettysburg Pennsylvania We. Charged the the gully and the stand of. Sharpshot stung from hives unseen Our lives in limbo.  Souls akimbo.          The bluff.          The saber The roar. Sure as. Night comes day. Our spirits drift away and floats above the fray. Life is cheap here. The price. We will pay. The little round top Consecrated in guts and bone. I'm left to die alone on The bluff. A ragged boyonet Now drags me away slow.     So away I must go     Blow taps and write me a letter home.     Mother please don't cry for me.     My brothers here with me     Send regards.     The round top hill     Is very still and peacefull     Eternal rest is assureed.     Never again.
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
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