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If she should come and greet me again |
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With the pains of this world writ 'cross all her limbs |
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Like a bewildered child I'd hold her in mine |
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And stroke her sweet head evermore |
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Bound unto wonder, we'd carelessly stray |
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Like low-rolling shadows through the end of our days |
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There's trumpets in heaven, six feet underground |
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Mighty and muddy, they faintly resound |
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And love and love like proud flying doves |
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With hearts full of pebbles and feathers and mud |
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Though there's bedlam beneath us, and no sky above |
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Just a dark fucking hollow that smothers and gusts |
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The flag, the flag, the olde dirty flag |
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We lay down like dry stalks 'neath that stick and that rag |
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Shine up them buttons, baby bury the band |
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And the flag, the flag, and the olde dirty flag |
