The Cavalry

A plague on all your houses sir  
and so it was it came to pass  
even the plague has concurred  
a plague on all your houses sir,  
   
I can not speak but I have heard  
death's silent rattle to the past  
this plague on all your houses sirs  
and so it is, it came, they pass.  
   
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I stretch my mind for future word  
to say '' all is well in this time ''  
I strain, ''new strain'' is all I've heard  
I stretch my mind for future word,  
   
with futile pen I write my lines  
so impotent therefore absurd  
I stretch my mind to find the words  
but say, '' all will be well, in time.  
   
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I hate to sit and whine and curse  
surrounded by so much misery  
I need to be out but I durst  
I hate to sit and whine and curse,  
   
I pray it doesn't get much worse  
I need to hear and also see  
the dust of fast galloping horse  
and hear this shout, '' The Cavalry! '