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  • Summers grace I see upon the mace,
    Marching fast we set the pace,
    Longing for the long forgotten embrace.
  • Seeing spears and lances doing there deadly dances,
    We pray for our souls to live in warriors graces,
    Hoping to find again the twirling vices.
  • Swords and shields of steel speak out with zeal,
    Sending out a resounding peel,
    Sound a ringing song of dying deals,
    Ale we plead for as our last meal.

 

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