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Ich hatt'
einenKameraden
I had a comrade,
You could not find a better one. The drums' beat urged us forward, He walked at my side In even step and pace. In even step and pace. A bullet came flying. Is it meant for me, or for you? It tore into him. He lies at my feet, As if he was a part of me As if he was a part of me. He wants to give me his hand, While I am reloading, I can not give you my hand, Rest in Eternal Life. My good comrade! My good comrade!
Ich hatt' einenKameraden, Eine Kugel kam geflogen: Will mir die Hand noch reichen,
Paintings by permission of
www.calvin.edu
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