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Under The Deadwood Dew

For the rule of me and you
Fording streams to forget
Crossing barrens, going solo
We sought the year to make us best
In reach of a generation within
It was Kharkiv and extra time
For atom bombs to fail,
Hallelujah,
We set our sails to catch the dew
Upstanding men in marching orders
And lowered eyes to God’s grace and cross
There was courage and the death of nothing
Ptolemy knew of this ascendance
Under the Earth a warm embrace of us
We could use a tree or few
Marched to beaches of our forward Heaven
Land and country all to see
Inner lakes and fallow seasons
Catching briefs of all the dots
It was Navy and Master General
We were God’s and being still
Pray for us in our November
We are owned to gladness be
Folly was none, we prayed and wept
And as Christians, sought and knew
As Forgiveness, Enter Heaven now
Our place of wisdom, is form and faith
To new women, who bond in loss and time
The hardest part of spring, a solemn sprint
Sense to dawn and seeking seas beyond
We are soldiers, and to us be-
Friends in faith and best to keep us near
We rain heaven, it must be seen
To our home and making yours betrothe
With upstanding, faith and form