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authorNorbert Preining <norbert@preining.info>2019-09-02 13:46:59 +0900
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+\documentstyle[twoside,newcen,12pt]{article}
+\setlength{\textwidth}{6.5in}
+\setlength{\textheight}{9in}
+\setlength{\oddsidemargin}{.01pt}
+\setlength{\evensidemargin}{.01pt}
+\setlength{\topmargin}{-40pt}
+\setlength{\parskip}{4pt}
+\pagestyle{empty}
+\input /mit/hkbui/huyen/new-viet-macro.tex
+
+\begin{document}
+\addtolength{\oddsidemargin}{1.2in}
+\vspace*{1.0in}
+\Large\bf\it The Wounded Soldier\\
+\normalsize\it
+\hspace*{2.5in} Music, original text: Ph\an m Duy\\
+\hspace*{2.5in} English lyrics: Steve Addiss\\
+\bigskip
+
+\noindent
+One day one day in the afternoon\\
+There's a girl in the land\\
+With sheaves of rice in her hand\\
+A heavy load for her arms\\
+Her work her work is the work of man\\
+Where a man worked before\\
+He left to fight in the war\\
+A heavy load for her heart\\
+The days and weeks pass by\\
+The weeks and months pass by\\
+And the harvests come and goes\\
+But when will her man come, no one knows...\\
+
+\noindent
+One day one day in the afternoon\\
+He comes back and she sees\\
+His sleeves hang loose in the breeze\\
+He lost his arms in the war\\
+His friends his friends all honor the man\\
+Now he's back from the war\\
+She loves him more than before\\
+Together they work the land\\
+The days and weeks pass by\\
+The weeks and months pass by\\
+And the harvest comes and goes\\
+But when will peace come, no one knows.\\
+
+\end{document}