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And so it was planned that morning. |
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An armed attack, units forging. |
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"Cannons, fire at will and halt escape. We'll help them if we can, prisoners of circumstance." |
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A few arrived - weak, torn, tongue tied. |
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They told of eyes desperate and blind. |
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" Please now send troops. They're dying in the fields. We've seen the view." |
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Haste on this mile has formed our constant reprise, it's given promise for now. |
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We took the hill, men they laid still. |
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And in the ground spirit flags found. |
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"Hands up prisoners of circumstance. We'll get you out alive but you've got to fight." |
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Help us if you can, arm our minds. |
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Concede to solid plans of first desires |
