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Hour one:
Before the first rays of the morning sun
Light the one
Who'll tell the tale when all is said and done
Of the Brave Souls
Took the field that day
Met their maker
Somewhere on the way
Hour three:
After the loss of martial mystery
Look and see
Foes' faces form an eerie simile
Of the Brave Souls
Espied on that morn
Ere the burdens
Of battle were borne
Hour five:
A giddy thrill just still to be alive
To survive
We push on boldly in a final drive
And we remember
The tales told of yore
As we ourselves now
Pass into lore
Generations shall sing of the day
Brave Souls Mets their maker
Somewhere on the way
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