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Grime and sweat of our days events
Cling to our skin like everlasting hints
Now it's time to end this day
With our last and final play
Waiting for our signal to go
Sounding with a trumpets blow
Tossing swimming in and out
While trumpets, euphs, a mellos shout
We dance, we swing, we march, we beat
To the music we've known to repeat
Wishing this moment will last for life
Knowing nothing comes without a price
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