Troops were ready, they took their kitbags,
Led by the regal soldier for the patrol,
The barrel-chested and buoffant man,
Whom had earlier been recruited.
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In the gloaming glowing embrace I stand,
Awash in the cosmic wonders of this land,
For tonight marks my last on this paradisaic stage,
A bittersweet farewell, a melancholic reframe.
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In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.
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To you dear Dad
A guiding ray I see
To navigate both day and night
To belight the blacken path
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To me dear mother,
You are my Shero
Good mothers to find is a gem
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We thank Thee for the newborn day
We thank Thee for the sunshine
We thank Thee for the clouds that azure the sky
And the cooling breeze within.
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