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Muffled Drums
The drums played its part. Roll the drums softly.
That said war was to start. Roll the drums softly.
Drums would sound them to battle, Drums would march into fray, Twas the drums that were heard, As dead were carried away.
Heed history my friend. And Roll the drums softly.
Theres never a Winner, just losers. So roll the drums softly.
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