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    (for NY Libs)
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    When the last flag is folded
    The last soldier laid to rest
    The final battle fought
    And we've passed the final test
    When the last poppy withers
    In the grass of Flanders Field
    When the last man surrenders
    When the last soldier yields
    When the wars have all ended
    When peace reigns supreme
    When the guns have fallen silent
    When the world is serene
    When we know of no more bloodshed
    And we learn to live as one
    Using words to settle things
    Instead of using guns
    We'll know we fought the good fight
    Paid the price the piper said
    Giving honor to our fallen
    Singing songs about our dead
    We'll build cairns to those old soldiers
    Make their grave a hallowed ground
    And swear we're done with fighting
    When the last note sounds
    The night grows cold as soldiers wait
    For our charge will start at dawn
    Only time will tell our fate
    If we will die or live on
    The horses stamp their feet upon
    Frozen winter ground
    Our general has brought us here
    Where destiny is found
    Our names they do not matter much
    Nor the war in which we fight
    The battle we are in is the same
    By dawns cool early light
    Through eras have we fought this war
    With musket, sword and gun
    We've died a warriors lonely death
    Neath countless noonday suns
    Our honor is for us alone
    As our blood stains the earth
    But we live on in stories told
    Around a blazing hearth
    So sing our song of battle lust
    Speak well of our brave deeds
    The tales of glory for our sons
    Will plant the fertile seeds
    To grow the noble patriots
    So Freedom will not wane
    So raise the lads to fight for us
    Or we'll have died in vain

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