Part 4

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White roses dyed red

From all the blood that you have bled

You gave up so much, to save us all

To end this war, to stop this fall

But what a terrible fate you did befall

Yes, I saw

Your ashes out of the fire they did draw

We all are so grateful

That your heart did not turn hateful

That you had courage, even when I died

And held on to your American pride

And now, I can't wait to see you on the other side

To help you forget all the tears you cried

As you hold me, your loving bride.

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