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The Sniper
Yonder see the enemy a young man standing tall,
A gleam on eye, on rifle struck by sun,
Can any war be truely won?
By killing him can good be done?
Stern duty calls.
I carefully aim and cause this man to fall,
Rejoice not he was the brother of us all.
A gleam on eye, on rifle struck by sun,
Can any war be truely won?
By killing him can good be done?
Stern duty calls.
I carefully aim and cause this man to fall,
Rejoice not he was the brother of us all.
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