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The melody sings out in the song
The bassline building up in tone
Screaming out in harmony
For all those true to hear
The sounds of brass and woodwinds
Echo throughout the hall
Signaling the coming storm
Of our loyal marchers band
Trumpets lead the charge
With the loud and ringing sound
Drums keeping beat
Winds enhancing the tune
Students peering out the doors
Eyes are wide to our sheer sound
While stepping carefull left and right
Playing my heart out is what i do
I feel the music sing within
And let it out
For the school to hear
I lead the charge for now
With the loud and ringing sound
Marching to the basses beat
For all the school to hear
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