leinad yancm Poems

The land is baron cold and vile,
but there are things we know all the while,
those things are meories to hold,
glory more precious than gold,
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The modern world in which we live our lives,
the materials, corporations and routines,
centuries long the system was worked on,
millennia preceeding more primative the ways,
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Across the hall i did stand and stare,
at the thing i could have sworn was there,
my feet seemed glued to the freezing floor,
i could not turn to face the door,
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Centuries we have lived, so calm
Crossed the sea, from the east,
Then we gained our Celtic ways,
And we lived, and we loved,
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She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.
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THE BANNER IT FLYS WITH SUCH PRIDE
HOW THEY WOULD BE PLEASED IF IT DIED
THEY LIVE TO THE SOUTH AND LOOK TO THE NORTH WITH HATE
THEY AIM TO TEAR DOWN THE GATE
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For here we are,
and here we stay,
enemies near,
enemies far,
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We are the men of New England,
we my have made a blunder,
for we fought those from England,
we fought through sun and thunder,
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