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The flag hangs low as does my spirit
Win this war and you won’t regret it
How many times I have heard this phrase
As the toll of the dead and pain inflames
Why did we fight? And what did we win?
A question that lays unanswered within

Rise up--for you the flag is flung
For you they call, the swaying mass, we won!
Here Captain! Here father!
Curious I halt, and silent stand,
Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me.

Win the war, a few mustered out
A lost friend, a soul, and a memory
Only one truth gained, a head full of doubt
Pepperbox up, the shot screams loud
Let ‘er rip, a shout so proud
Somebody’s Darling dead on the ground

Rise up--for you the flag is flung
For you they call, the swaying mass, we won!
Here Captain! Here father!
Curious I halt, and silent stand,
Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me


The air I breathe, it knocks me back
Its filled with the blood, of the white and the black





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