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In the heart of the 19th century,

A woman of strength and bravery,

She tended to wounded officers,

With care and compassion, her guiding force.

Her sandals, an echo An echo that last Her sandals, an echo An echo that last

Through the years, her presence remains, Whispers of her deeds, an eternal refrain, Her legacy, a reminder to all,

Of the power of conviction, standing tall.

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Her spirit lingers, forever nearby,

A tale of courage, for all to hear, Through the halls her footsteps ring, The sound of her sandals, an echoing. an echoing an echoing an echoing.

wanders like a blood storm

In that house where she roams,

Her spirit can’t find peace, never alone,

Her memory lives on,

a timeless embrace, with blood in her bones repeating a cycle

of lamentations, those sandals again

Her spirit lingers, forever nearby,

A tale of courage, for all to hear, Through the halls her footsteps ring, The sound of her sandals, an echoing. an echoing an echoing an echoing.