The Regiment Clown
By blank
Mon, 29 Nov 2004
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The night is still
Once again
Then a burst of cheer
Lifts the hearts of the men
They may be the enemy
They may die tomorrow
But jut for this moment
Their laughs shatter the sorrow
We lie in our mud
And our mud it will stay
But we secretly wish
We had someone that way
Someone like their Regiment Clown
He makes their days pass
So much faster and now
We'll just hope that it lasts
But one day it stops
The laughter ends
The Regiment Clown
Has left his friends
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