that pedestrian tale each must relate
contains all our history bitter and sweet
different in mode but yet when we meet
fervour with passion the facts do not grate
no one can keep us from holding our state
at the due moment still glory is fleet
as moment of sunrise and never complete
as we all learn when we find out our fate
truth is the monster that howls in the gale
obscenely yelling the words we deny
yet when we reach the far end of the tale
we still prefer it to the soothing lie
since in the end all the remedies fail
and the last word all must say is goodbye
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