Have we not seen the stars
Where the gracious of dreams play?
Crackling fires burning strong
To open hearts and dust decay
Windswept memories of time
Taken without a sound
Unless we find our opening
Leaves scattered on dusky ground
White flag flutters on the breeze
Calling in the last horn
Time to say goodbye
Mourners group forlorn
Casket lowers the deep within
Upon my face a tear
Farewell my brave hero
My self of yesteryear
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