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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

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When the scarlet and gold soldiers no longer mark

Time to drill ground orders and another mass bands beat

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When the right eyed queen lies in her crypt underground

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

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And still the wound and its fragments persist to seep

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©robcullen28012023