Wade Blade Biography

Graduation Day
sweat and mothballs
grass so green
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Ten million soldiers to the war have gone,
Who may never return again.
Ten million mothers' hearts must break,
For the ones who died in vain.
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We have never spoken
but yet we know so much about each other
We have never seen one another
but yet we can draw every fine detail in each face
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Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
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I have walk
The line which you stand on
But do you realize it
I have dreamed
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