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To arms! To arms! The battle calls Stand up brave and loud in the light; Rise to Valhalla at the fall. Raise your arms, rush to the brawl, Set your jaw firm for the fight. To arms! To arms! The battle calls Fade amidst the shouts of all Young and old, try as they might Rise to Valhalla at the fall. Collapsing star, fiery thrall Of destruction, burning bright – To arms! To arms! The battle calls Last words in the ****** hall; Doing what he thought was right. Rise to Valhalla at the fall. You, my son, no more in life’s drawl Fell from that brave black hallowed height: To arms! To arms! The battle calls – Rise to Valhalla at the fall.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
On Thoughts When My Son Was Called Home
To arms! To arms! The battle calls Stand up brave and loud in the light; Rise to Valhalla at the fall. Raise your arms, rush to the brawl, Set your jaw firm for the fight. To arms! To arms! The battle calls Fade amidst the shouts of all Young and old, try as they might Rise to Valhalla at the fall. Collapsing star, fiery thrall Of destruction, burning bright – To arms! To arms! The battle calls Last words in the ****** hall; Doing what he thought was right. Rise to Valhalla at the fall. You, my son, no more in life’s drawl Fell from that brave black hallowed height: To arms! To arms! The battle calls – Rise to Valhalla at the fall.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
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