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Labor Day of '67
watching souls going to heaven
listening to the wounded's moans
blood flowed young men groaned
rounds snapping by heads
over some prayers were said
mortars fell from the sky
and a few more died
those who weren't killed outright
fought on into the night
under the moon the choppers came in
picked up some flew out again
in 10 days I turn 19
something I don't believe I'll live to see
but every Labor Day that goes by
is another birthday to me .
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