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    There are those right here, right among the dead and dying, Sacred ground sanctified in blood, who say there are no Angels. But I saw her clear, myself. Seen a bullet go right through her When she ran, sweat drenched 'n tired. When I asked who she was, McCallister, who was all shot up, Said, "Boy, that there's Clara Barton. Neither Rebel slug nor devil's intention Kin

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    There are those right here, right among the dead and dying, Sacred ground sanctified in blood, who say there are no Angels. But I saw her clear, myself. Seen a bullet go right through her When she ran, sweat drenched 'n tired. When I asked who she was, McCallister, who was all shot up, Said, "Boy, that there's Clara Barton. Neither Rebel slug nor devil's intention Kin

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    Clara Barton

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    There are those right here, right among the dead and dying, Sacred ground sanctified in blood, who say there are no Angels. But I saw her clear, myself. Seen a bullet go right through her When she ran, sweat drenched 'n tired. When I asked who she was, McCallister, who was all shot up, Said, "Boy, that there's Clara Barton. Neither Rebel slug nor devil's intention Kin

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    Clara Barton at Antietem

    There are those right here, Right among the dead and dying, Sacred ground sanctified in blood, Half here and half to Heaven, Who say there are no Angels. But I seen her clear, myself. Seen a bullet go right through her When she ran, sweat drenched n tired, From dying to wounded to dying Scoopin ladles of water to dry lips. When I asked who she was, McCallister, who was all shot up, Said, Boy, that theres Clara Barton. Neither Rebel slug nor devils intention Kin kill her. Shes an Angel, Praise God!

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