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Oft have I followed one of these old women,
One among others, when the falling sun
Reddened the heavens with a crimson wound-
Pensive, apart, she rested on a bench
To hear the brazen music of the band,
Played by the soldiers in the public park
To pour some courage into citizens' hearts,
On golden eves when all the world revives
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