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Johnny, Come Home...
He stands a little straighter,
throws his shoulders back.
"My Country Tis of Thee"
his face no longer slack.
Wounded in his mind,
he was left upon the field.
He never came home at all,
and he will never yield.
He spends his days still fighting,
for his God and country.
His wife looks after him,
she prays, "Please come back to me."