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All good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razon,
Violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain
All good soldiers
All good soldiers fall in line
When they march and shout-
Are a spectacle
Marching and singing-
Will go abnywhere the president says-
Because the president believes in god-
Like all good soldiers wait like warheads-
When the fighting starts who will
Be accountable, a cannibal, a cannoball
It’s six a.m. I can see my breath
And the clay dirt
Is laughing at the weekling boy-
Today is the day
That I’ll write my friends
Its something I’ve been
Trying to remenber-
I had a dream of a wall
That was twenty-one stories tall...
All good soldiers fall in line
When they march and shout-
Are a respectable
Marching and signing-
Will go anywhere the president says-
Because the president believes in god-
Like all good soldiers should
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