It was a sweltering day
Every scent and stench hung, heavy
Here seven thousand soldiers lay
All of them, fallen men, too many
The roar of the cannons had ceased
The hills were covered in blood
As darkness enclosed from the east
A colonel arose from above
His bugle was slowly, gently raised
He played what he had just composed
And expressed the feelings on this day
The cry of the lone heart exposed
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