Pacifist, true and standing alpine,
believing in righteous
blame.
Thy sword lodged in the scabbard,
thy soul reposed in
refrain.
For I shall not fight for freedom,
tis what my courage doth
deliver,
I am willing to die without battle,
and sell my wisdom down
river!
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