A soldier fights for freedom.
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She would hear the flute,
soft,
calming,
and she would salute,
the flagged whipped,
snapping in the wind,
freedom she’d taste,
and never let any of it go to waste,
the colors caught her eyes,
she’d smile,
and then dies.
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