Wanted to share with you.

I heard this part of a beautiful poem and wanted to share with you, The name is "My Lost youth" It is written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I thought of all the soldiers, men and women, fighting for us in places all over the globe:
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There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts