Written by Mark T. Currier
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Didn't I see you at the funeral
Wasn't it me who made you smile
Don't you remember the bodies
Weren't they done up with such style
Didn't I hear you at the air raid
Didn't I see tears in your eyes
Wasn't it your leg they amputated
'Cause of the gangrene and flies
Didn't I touch your forehead
After your body had grown cold
And didn't I say its a real shame
That you’d never grow old
Didn't I kneel by the grave side
And didn't I shed a tear
Not for those you have left us
But for those who remain here
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