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Robert Lee Sep 2017
The rush begins
I open my eyes
A glint of sunlight
The baby cries

Soon a man
How time flies
In big school now
With blazar and ties

The drum beats faster
Like the heart of a storm
No time to run
We all shall morn

If life is small
And death is large
Then why do we waste it
At the bugles charge

— The End —