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Take a glance, take a glance,
Take a look -- don't stare --
See the stars in her eyes
And the wind in her hair;
Take a chance, take a chance,
Don't walk on by --
You'll never see another
Like her in your life.

She was blood and guts,
More than any of us;
She was young and thin --
Scattered iris in the wind;
She walked proud and straight
With a smile on her face,
Until she stepped on that mine
And in an instant pulverized.

We talked and we talked
And we danced that night,
Her hand in my hand
With her eyes so bright.
But the stars, as they faded
In the heavens above,
Gave way to a sky
That was red as blood.

She was blood and guts,
More than any of us;
She was young and thin --
Scattered iris in the wind;
She walked proud and straight
With a smile on her face,
Until she stepped on that mine
And in an instant pulverized.

She was on her way back home,
Through the fields were iris grow,
And we all heard in the valley below:
The blast and the fading echo.

Before the clouds had gathered
On the breaking dawn,
She kissed me on the cheek,
Then she was gone.
Like an angel with wings
Cross the fields she flew;
But I shivered when she left,
For a cold wind blew.

She was blood and guts,
More than any of us;
She was young and thin --
Scattered iris in the wind;
She walked proud and straight
With a smile on her face,
Until she stepped on that mine
And in an instant pulverized.

She was young and pure
And full of life,
With her lips and her tongue
And her smile and her eyes;
And a laugh so lovely
That the birds the sang
In the fields with the flowers,
And the church bells rang.

She was blood and guts,
More than any of us;
She was young and thin --
Scattered iris in the wind;
She walked proud and straight
With a smile on her face,
Until she stepped on that mine
And in an instant pulverized.

She was on her way back home,
Through the fields were iris grow,
Above the mines planted long ago:
She was reaped with the seeds your just war sowed.