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Monday, November 10, 2008

The eagle flies, sun dies;
no one hides.
Your soul endured every hour, and every body hit the floor,
they couldn’t give; anymore.
The clock’s run out of time, now we just sing Auld Langsine,
your hands clasped in silent prayer for all of time.
Passing jets scream and widows freeze,
everyone’s picked their team.
Your names been carved, the grounds been scared,
the brass, it hits you hard.

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