Tom: A
Introdução:
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Leaves from the vine, falling so slow
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Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam.
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Little soldier boy, come marching home.
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Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
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Ash in the snow, Falling so slow
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Like fragile, broken hearts. with no place to go.
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Little soldier boy. come marching home
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Brave soldier boy, come marching home
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He thought he knew, what he was fighting for,
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But the sight of blood, made him question war.
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Poor soldier boy cold and alone
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bombs fall like the rain, He' s all alone.
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Those leaves did grow, from branches overgrown
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Drifting slowly down, resting in the snow.
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Little soldier boy, taken from home
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Forced to fight a war, that is not his own.
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Leaves from the vine, changing so slow
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Like empty, fallen souls, looking for a home.
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Little soldier boy, thought that he could soar
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Brave soldier boy, died in their war.