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Walk softly; Mother's dreaming
Of her boy who marched away----
Went to fight for me and you,
And he was only "22."
He looked so strong that day,
As he went marching far away,
He loved the red, white, and blue,
But, he was only "22."
Yes, walk softly and let her dream;
The years will quickly pass,
I'll grow older, and so will you ---
But her boy will always be "just
22."
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