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Turbulence Torrid features set in iron clay surrounds their bent expressions Steady purpose moving onwards Deviation means defeat. Dust rises chanting leading spirited anthem of the cause. Souls exposed to campaign fever life is drawn from the well of war. Gathering in the crowded city thronging, crushing, pushing on. Banners down and exhortation Once again the blood is strewn. Brothers can this find solution? Does destruction ever stop? Society has so soundly welded the narrow tract of destiny TW 1965 |
Additional Notes:
Again my hippie Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND) period in '65
I am not as bitter now
(Tory by 40?)
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