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Choir of loud silence in a hall of mirrors
tickets were like bloody gutter headlines but small
everybody had at least one finger in at least one pie
it was arduous but amorous longing for shiny objects
it was a man on the moon on the backs of as many
broken hearted bleeding gum poor as built the pyramids
that filled armies as many as pages of a history book
with a sad badge of gold or colours proud
you the ordinary soldier brother and sister
you that had to be there, you are the truth of it.
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