All the pomp and circumstance
the music and the crowds
the laughter and the nonsense dance
have called me to stand proud
As I glide across the stage
the crowd in echos roar
their cheers I hear and take to heart
I'll keep these joys in store
For as the glory fades away
and color is erased
it's back to fighting day-by-day
this long and tiresome war.
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