The horns have fallen silent
The drums no longer beat
The flags no longer twirl and fly
No marchers throng the street
The banners now are tightly furled
The criers don't proclaim
The victory that had once been sought
Shout not the heroes' names
Yet still I rise and off my cap
To those who followed after me
And I look forward to the day
We meet again in glee
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