Aged 20 years.
The night dew that falls though in silence we weep
Will brighten with verdure the grave wehre he sleeps
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
The night dew that falls though in silence we weep
Will brighten with verdure the grave wehre he sleeps
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Aged 20 years.
The night dew that falls though in silence we weep
Will brighten with verdure the grave wehre he sleeps
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
The night dew that falls though in silence we weep
Will brighten with verdure the grave wehre he sleeps
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
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