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Silver trumpets rally
Soldiers down the valley
Mustered one by one:
Battle-flags are flying,
Wives and children crying
Futile tears that freely run.

Woman s work is weeping:
Men are born for keeping
Honored hates of old.
Crimson banners flower.
Pomp& and bankers power.
Gore congeals on ill-got gold.
08-25-75

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