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[[Speaker Name: Speaker 1]] Speaker 1:
Then, gently, oh ever so gently, I laid the dead baby down

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and I raised the broken cross above my head, and I tried to ask for forgiveness-

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but "My God!"

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was all I said, because I knew of no other to call that could ease these pains inside!

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And then I thought about the blameless ones,

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who had no place to hide from the mass destruction that was made by Man and the horrible ways to die from the millions of guns and those deadly bombs being rained down from on high.

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Well then [[?]] you know, a gentle hand rest upon my shoulder- the mother had came near while I [[unintelligible]] and I looked into her smile instead of tears-

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"Oh, pray with me, young soldier," she said, "for you have a mother too, and please try in your heart to forgive me for ever blaming you,

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for somewhere out there in distant lands, a million mothers live in fear; and there are nights they can find no rest, and their pillows are soaked in tears."

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Well then you know, the other children she called to her, then she cuddled them in her arms- and looked up and said,

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"You know, God has been real good to me, for some mothers had just one-"