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Brave song we sing.

How sweet
the
.melody.

It has been sung
Many times
.Many ways
By
.All men.

We forget the words
We forget the melodies.

But
In the twinkling
Of a star's birth
They resound again
Through our souls
As we weep.

The words
Are too pure
.Too sweet.

They fill our minds
With honey.

But
The taste they leave
On our mute tongues
Is that of
Acid.


we can win this war
we can win this
we can
we
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