| March has come time to awaken
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| Break the silence deeply sleeping
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| And the stillness lasting ages
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| Once more to start freely moving
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| And the pulse start beating strongly
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| And the words set calmly flowing
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| Blow the dust out of the pipe ends
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| Rid the chains of rust they carry
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| And the pulse set free and roaming
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| And unleash the words from slumber
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| One another then shall follow
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| Join each other in the alloy
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| To bring forth the march October
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| In march start and onwards journey
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| Boldly reach out for October
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| With the tunes as flocks that follow
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| And the words as their companion
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| Shall the tunes then whisper softly
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| And roar load like rising thunder
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| With a leadscape on their shoulders
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| Or mere sunrays as their clothing
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| Shall the words not sing of sorrow
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| Leave for others words of lament
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| Proudly join the tunes sounding
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| Gallant ways the pulse beating
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| Take their place in the alloy
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| Fortify the compsound forming
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| And unite the substance growing
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| And meld matter made for lasting
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| To complete the march October |