Silent, silent, now the guns have stopped.
I have survived all, I who knew I would not.
But now you are not here.
I shall go home, alone;
And must try to live life as before
And hide my grief.
For you, my dearest friend,
Who should be with me now,
Not cold, too soon,
And in your grave, Alone.
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