Life was a red parade
Where ties and break offs bred
Some I loose and gain again
And some I never gain
Some I slave to by my chain
And some I bail and strain
Some are acheful as a pain
And some I never gain
Marching on our red parade
He, your friends and me
The unisons of them are dead
And I stop to see
And i stop to fix my grade
To the way they prove
Deemly diging neat my bed
In the ground they move.
I shal sleep, I shall lie
When my ground is dry
Some I gain and loose again
On my red parade
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