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Poems From then till now,
and now till then,
Come stars and stripes,
from tattered men.
The crimson tide,
from flaming skies,
Rain drops of blood,
and tears to cry.
You look to thee,
and seem not lost,
But UNCLE'S fight,
aint worth the cost.
From limb to limb,
and black to blue,
Our nation's past,
was left to few.
