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America tore apart,
when bullets were shot through a heart.
Blue versus gray,
and to our dismay,
all of them,
were American!
North shot South,
Cannons fired,
soldiers hired,
all to win the war.
Muskets shot out,
round about,
more and more people were sore.
Many have died,
just to strive,
to debate if slavery was just.
The war was long over,
but before it would end,
the president was dead,
and that ended the war.
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We are the ghosts of Shiloh
Twenty thousand of us dead
Some were killed
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Some in the surgeon's bed
Now we fly
The last face I saw was my own.
He was so young, and I am old from this war.
I saw him in the thicket, crawling,
with
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The short, staccato beats, the cries,
the moans of wounded,
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Clara
Be not afraid boy,
war is won for you.
It no longer matters
you wore grey or wore blue.
Be not afraid boy,
take your last
by Ryan Cruz
America tore apart,
when bullets were shot through a heart.
Blue versus gray,
and to our dismay,
all of them,
were American!
North
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