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A Blend of Voices
From Malvern Hill
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Let it be known
of this horrible war
We want it soon ended
we want it no more

The men move like waves
pounding hard on the shore
  and pile up like hair
  on a good barber's floor
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Let trumpets be played
high above heaven's door
  for our boys who have fought here
  and died by the score

To the God of our fathers
we do so implore
  that none of these good men
  will his grace ignore

This page was last updated on: October 28, 2001