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Lonely Soldier I march alone in the quiet grass land Where the wind rustling through the damp leaves, quietly but naturally drying them I march without a single soldier behind me I march through the swampy marsh with no general leading my path Where am I going? Will I survive? I march alone in the quiet grass land Where am I?
