Silvery in the moonlight night
The river of my mind flows
To the nightsong of the truly great
Entombed in the caves of history
At heroes’ acre. The music
Crescending through the valley
Of ghost towns and stabbed villages
Will come down to settle on our hearts
Like dew on leaves, tears for those
Who surrendered their lives at the altar
Leaving in us an eternal flame.
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