.trouble's brewing in the ranks
broken (knot?) on every flag
and all the soldiers' hands were red
from all the tears and blood that's shed
and in the morning when the reveille
pulls us from more sleep
puts a fracture in the reverie
and kills our quiet dreams
widow wait.
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