Leaves from the vine (ATLA)

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Some texts I found on the Internet and tried to put it into a logical order

Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home

Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile broken hearts
With no place to go
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home

Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting on the loam
Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That's not his own

Leaves from the wind
Flitting it seems
Turning on the breeze
Landing in the stream
Little soldier boy
Marching so far
Brave soldier boy
Is marching far

Leaves from the stream
Coasting aimlessly
Over from bank to bank
Flouting out to sea
Little soldier boy
Marching to war
Brave soldier boy
Marches to war

He thought he knew
What he was fighting for
But the sight of blood
Made him question war
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone
Bomb's fall like rain
He's all alone

Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty fallen souls
Looking for a home
Little soldier boy
Thought that he could soar
Brave soldier boy
Died in their war

Leaves from the sea
Sailing helplessly
Tumbling on the waves
At the storm's mercy
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Please, soldier boy
Come marching home

Leaves from the vine
So far from mother tree
Travelling endlessly
Into destiny
Little soldier boy says
"Carry me home"
Sleeping soldier boy
Is carried home

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