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This is the song Uncle Iroh sang for his son, Lu Ten.
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow;
Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.
Leaves from the vine, falling so slow;
Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy, comes marching home.