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Now when the black sleeved muffled down drum is silent

And all the shrouded union flags fly high from their jacks

When the scarlet and gold soldiers no longer mark

Time to drill ground orders and another mass bands beat

When the right eyed queen lies in her crypt underground

The splinter still works its way out of the thin lined wound

And still the wound and its fragments persist to seep

©robcullen28012023

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