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Marching To the Same Beat

an angel stands under a lonely pine showing the way to the lost souls the ones who innocently answered the king’s call and now flags fly half mast for those that no-more stand buried in some far off foreign land the pipes call out to the brave and the angel tells us never to forget and that her spirit lives in so many souls the black the young and inside the bold we must never forget our fathers of old and of their stories they made and then told stories of mateship amongst the bold mateship that was never lost never sold so now we all step as one together side by side together the strong the young and the old metal gleaming worn with so much pride while skywards heads are held held up high hope sparkle inside youthful eyes that today’s leaders will never ask them to also make this ultimate sacrifice or that history books never show them as a generation that was bought and sold so we sing the lament of grace telling us of the will of the brave of honor courage and the ultimate sacrifice catch phrases and words used on this cloudy Autumn day ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.

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