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They wear their boots For over 234 years, they have worn their boots. They walked the mud of bunker hill The snow of Gettysburg. Through the valleys of Italy and France. They wear their boots with pride across the world. Each American in their own boots they do march.. They shine those boots to march down main street. With their heads all high and tall. The American soldier fills those boots they wear. Blood sweat and yes tears drops fall on these boots. But they are worn with freedom by design. Each soldier wants to die with their boots of freedom on.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
They wear their boots
They wear their boots For over 234 years, they have worn their boots. They walked the mud of bunker hill The snow of Gettysburg. Through the valleys of Italy and France. They wear their boots with pride across the world. Each American in their own boots they do march.. They shine those boots to march down main street. With their heads all high and tall. The American soldier fills those boots they wear. Blood sweat and yes tears drops fall on these boots. But they are worn with freedom by design. Each soldier wants to die with their boots of freedom on.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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