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Virtuous Star

The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it's certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that's what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I acted much older me being a brave soldier My conduct addressed not my fears My mother explained how it all got arranged You had to be good and be kind And long as you are a virtuous star You shall leave the old devil behind What is good though I wonder still on it I ponder Some horrible people do pray At this my fathers wake I make the mistake Of thinking there's nothing to say

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