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Verse 1
Frost on broken walls, smoke where home once stood
You took your gun and turned, said "Don't cry, I'll be good"
By cold lamplight I sewed your coat, tears wet each stitch in line
The old locust tree at the village edge stands lonely in wind's sign
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