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May Beauty weed the Riverbed (revision)
Brothers stand together,
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain again.
Fathers turn from their sons
those sons, become Fathers,
and they too, turn from theirs.
The River will flow
and the bread will grow strong again.
Through the river-red rain
even the beautiful flowers grow.
They’ll feed off the same bread
draw from the river-bed
grow prettier still
and die all the same.
by the river of red, native blood to shed.
Brothers born to their families
to their countries
and to their debt.
Maturing strong, through the tiling of their sills
to feed from the fresh and healthy bread.
Brothers, they’re alive together.
Grow to young men
of their duty
preparing for war.
Brothers, swear to their land and die
to protect it further.
Their blood returned to their streams
and the rivers flow still.
Their debt paid
to feed the healthy grain again.
Fathers turn from their sons
those sons, become Fathers,
and they too, turn from theirs.
The River will flow
and the bread will grow strong again.
Through the river-red rain
even the beautiful flowers grow.
They’ll feed off the same bread
draw from the river-bed
grow prettier still
and die all the same.
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