11.The Lost Brigade
Welcome to the lost brigade
Lost but pursuing
Fragments to protect the day
From badness and ruin
And this one's for the makers who have made
Only to be made
By the takers who delayed
Later to declaim
Who will be beatified？
And who sees a line and files along？
Who won't let tomorrow die？
And who keeps the vision moving on？
In this land of grand decay
Oh, we resist here
13,040 days
Oh, I have been here
Walking sticks and screaming bricks
Might leave you winded
But when you vindicate the last
The next is defended
So reckless and directionless
Just get in line and file along
Resolutions live and die
But every memory of mine's a song
So when my mind begins to turn
Turn in confusion
Will I find that I have earned
Your absolution？
Yes, when my mind begins to turn
Returns in confusion
There are gifts I'm to discern
Here in profusion
Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song
Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song
Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song
Every little memory has a, every little memory has a song
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