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When the postman delivered a letter |
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It filled her dear heart full of joy |
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But she didn't know 'til she read the inside |
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It was the last one from her darling boy. |
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Dear Mom, was the way that it started |
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I miss you so much, it went on |
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Mom, I didn't know, that I loved you so |
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But I'll prove it when this war is won. |
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I'm writing this down in a trench, Mom |
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Don't scold if it isn't so neat |
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You know as you did, when I was a kid |
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And I'd come home with mud on my feet. |
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The captain just gave us our orders |
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And Mom, we will carry them through. |
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I'll finish this letter the first chance I get |
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But now I'll just say I love you. |
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Then the mother's old hands began to tremble |
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And she fought against tears in her eyes |
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But they came unashamed for there was no name |
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And she knew that her darling had died. |
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That night as she knelt by her bedside |
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She prayed Lord above hear my plea |
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And protect all the sons that are fighting tonight |
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And dear God keep America free. |