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Under The Deadwood Dew

For the rule of me and you Fording streams to forget Crossing barrens, going solo We sought the year to make us best In reach of a generation within It was Kharkiv and extra time For atom bombs to fail, Hallelujah, We set our sails to catch the dew Upstanding men in marching orders And lowered eyes to God’s grace and cross There was courage and the death of nothing Ptolemy knew of this ascendance Under the Earth a warm embrace of us We could use a tree or few Marched to beaches of our forward Heaven Land and country all to see Inner lakes and fallow seasons Catching briefs of all the dots It was Navy and Master General We were God’s and being still Pray for us in our November We are owned to gladness be Folly was none, we prayed and wept And as Christians, sought and knew As Forgiveness, Enter Heaven now Our place of wisdom, is form and faith To new women, who bond in loss and time The hardest part of spring, a solemn sprint Sense to dawn and seeking seas beyond We are soldiers, and to us be- Friends in faith and best to keep us near We rain heaven, it must be seen To our home and making yours betrothe With upstanding, faith and form