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O Canada at six And three games of backgammon For the reckless apostasy of Hampton And the promise I made For confession to you My friend, My confessor, I have caused it to rain At just the wrong place In Lockheed of abaddon While jets wept for you I was veiled in waiting And saw roses and crosses And a grab bag of rice While shins bled for war But the price of peace was hers My mother without hair Because irving Because irving And slept within What now was nothing The soldier of war- was nothing forgotten For playing in heaven Barely keeping alone And stood and asked Why one It’s three o’clock here I am praying for me Which was always okay With no one but you Peace is to be yours, Prime Minister May heaven befriend you I am early dawn And I have scars on my face From handles of fear But we won And we shaved To be unragged for home And no more of the news Would terror the house