Bright flags wave all along the way. Memories of caissons roll by to the beat of drums. White horses mounted and ridden briskly trot clip clop. Their shoed hooves make sharp reports all up and down Main Street where brass bands play the same tunes year after year af- ter year. No one plays the music of peace. Oh dear. No coffins are paraded past us.
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