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the moon was broken
the sangria was sweet
did we worry about it then?
we marched to the sound
of the drums that beat
in the hearts of lusty men!
there were battles to fight
there were women to love
and the dreams that set our course!
we would conquer the day
with the valor of heroes
and without regret or remorse.
but the road winds thru hell
and fate is a tiger
with a taste for a dour man’s meat.
the mountain repelled us
and the sea overwhelmed us
we were battered and lost in defeat.
we are nomads still
in a blistering land
and the Lord our souls may keep!
but we long for the warmth
of a feathery bed
and the women who wait…
and weep.