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One for the so named dreamers
One for the wicked man
One for the peaceful protests
That keeps the war in demand
Time won’t save our souls
Time won’t save my soul
Time won’t save our souls
Time won’t save my soul
and all the girls jumped. Henry froze with his mouth open. “Bang the drum slowly and ask not for whom the bell’s ringing, for the answer’s unfriendly!” He threw a fist in the air. “Two years have my black ships sat before Troy, and today its gate shall open before the strength of my arm.” Dotty was laughing from the kitchen. Frank looked at his nephew. “Henry, we play baseball tomorrow. Today we sack cities. Dots! Fetch me my tools! Down with the French! Once more into the breach, and fill the wall with our coward dead! Half a league! Half a league! Hey, batter, batter!”
