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and though you're broken and defeated...your weary widow marches on and on..... — Threads and Tuneage
When I was a young girl My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers? The plans that they have