A Melancholy in the Land
A melancholy in the land,
Their lives are forfeit, washed away,
For little gain. It can not stand.
A melancholy in the land,
To raise another noble band,
To send them charging to the fray.
A melancholy in the land,
Their lives are forfeit, washed away.
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