Purple hearts,
On the War front,
That is where my true love died.
If I die, would you bury me?
With my rifle and my true love and me.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
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Wandering by lonely sea-breakers
World losers and world forsakers
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
With wonderful deathless ditties
And out of a fabulous story
One man with a dream, at pleasure
And three with a new song measure
We in the ages lying
Built Nineveh with our sighing
And overthrew them with prophesying
For each Age is a dream that is dying
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