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It was just after sunrise and down by the sea

Down on the sand flats where nothing will grow

Come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream

Where the gold and green waters come in.



Just nine of the soldiers had come through the night

Half of the wounded and barely alive

Just nine out of twenty was a-headed for home

With eleven sad stories to tell.



I remember quite clearly when I got out of bed

I said, "Oh, Good Morning, what a beautiful day!"



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James Taylor

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