A Measure of Respect
The Last Bell
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The Last Bell
The last bell has sounded.
Last respects have been paid.
In the ground we
have been laid,
Now our blood will nourish the liberty tree.
Please, do
not cry for me,
Cry for those who cannot see
The beauty of liberty.
We
died to bring this gift, so that they might see
The only way is
liberty.
Our voices now silent,
Our message carries on
Through the
lives we once lived,
And the deaths we died.
Remember us so all can
see
The unchanging price of Liberty.
Now we've returned home to
stay,
To forever rest in the land of Liberty. | | -John Ash |
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